Heavy Metal

I walk toward the garden gate—
Loosed by the wind;
It calls to me,
Asks that I not mend—

Suggests—throw down my tools,
Climb aboard;
Join her free swinging lattice…
Thank the storm for added motion;
Make anthems of such noble hinges,
Our freedom by the sacrificial grinding
Away of cuffs,

Their deafening music no simple metal grate—
Heavy for the generations of forging;
Chains often we duplicate,
And the pounding
A dance of rattling—

Tattoos—an ancient branding…
No Michelangelo in this art;
For his frescos far higher,
On ceilings above mortal wrinkles
And the matrix of the grave—

Heavy Metal

devotee1

Joined February 2008

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