You’re a young man I’d say, far too young to be dealing
with great steel giants so devoid of feeling.
So I’d say it isn’t too bad that you’ve found
some way to encapsulate those on the ground.
You can take them and place their mark on the world
and gift them with that recognition
they’ve earned.
Have you ever
Thought
What this could mean for the gallery of your life?
Because on the gantry you catch disdainful young eyes
and tight, dark leather suits (hoping for a good one of course.)
but behind the guv’nors eyes you see strife.
And you turn, when you see the expanse of the city
where there whirls, a writhing rolling shadow
through there you see screams you see mud you see pain
inexorably,
inevitably, you curse yourself for your pity
and know this will lead you to step in one two three
through tentacle trees, over smothering sand seas.
Keep going, there’s an unknowable dignity
to make certain beauty, from raw agony.
Though you look at that shadow and you fear what’s implicit
you’re a brave man I’d say, for walking straight towards it.
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