Oxidizing, Yellow Metal
By lupus tenebrae
Bigger bangs are fell percussions,
worse
than words of rift concussions,
when becoming something brittle,
oxidizing, yellow metal.
In the near and dear decaying,
rule the branches knelt in praying,
once the wakes and specters
settle,
oxidizing, yellow metal;
Not the golden gates
awaited
or the wings of angel fated,
just debris and river spittle,
oxidizing, yellow metal,
not Atlantis underwater
or
the riots long thereafter,
let the Earth know very little,
oxidizing,
yellow metal.
Let the road become devoured
while the air
is left unsoured
by the drops of acrid drizzle,
oxidizing, yellow
metal.
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Copyright 2012 lupus tenebrae
Published on Thursday, January 10, 2013.
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