ALL THAT METAL

thirty steel screws hold the beam

under the weight does not fold

I see what nobody sees

I must be getting old

poles and lights on high

shadows below the chin

head bowed over the heart

aimless like fish without fins

all that metal

will there be a resting place?

I do not think so

since the noise overcame grace

electricity a modern wonder

moves wheels and raises the floor

but my bones are still gears

whose grease flows through my pores

the voice on the loudspeaker

must be the faceless girl who I love in secret

I love how she utters synthetic vowels

she says less than I read in the leaflets

(that's all I can call passion)

all that metal

will there be a resting place?

I do not think so

since the noise overcame grace