Poetry: Curse These Metal Hands

Poetry: Curse These Metal Hands

Words: Jacob Middleton
Image: Nastasia Alberti

[Curse These Metal Hands]

Remove the fastenings of the ether and slide

Be without the constant containment provided by the host

Large beasts with tentacles and tears of ichor cried

Essence is invisible with the fears inside her ghost

And now large birds with bright eyes like glass

Surround the sun in a halo of feathers and steel

Ephemeral beauty that fades and dies through the pass

Something brief and impermanent in the tides of the real

Slowly childrencovered in fluid and innocence crawl

And stand on their hind legs like obedient dogs

The snow falls along with ashes rendering the once tall

And the clock handskeepticking on with bronzed cogs

When they meet in the air and beauty becomes spoiled

Who can be blamed?

Does anything deserve to be pure in a world so thoroughly soiled?

Cast iron shackles and masks of paint and bone mark the shamed

A gift and a rarity to be conscious of your conscious

Freedom doesn’t yield to the biggest man or titan

And equality is not bound by selective conscience

Nature is red in tooth and claw so come out fighting

 

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