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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—

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  • Christie  Moses
    Christie Mosesalmost 5 years ago

    I had to read this through twice and each time I came away feeling as I always do, as if I witnessed such a profound soul inside your words. Truly amazing writing Joe. Those beginning lines are totally brilliant. xoxo

  • Thank you, Christie; I could not wish for nicer a comment. Bless you my friend. xox

    – devotee1

  • Del Millar
    Del Millarover 4 years ago

    Wonderful Joe. The imagery has me smiling :)))

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