The dying metal

Granada
2007

If you could get up
take a stroll through the park
see the beauty
amaze
at the perilous haze
of a million or more
nearsighted sores
all black
and all white
and yellow and red

You'd take a step back
watch the oil you've bled.

'Cause if the dying metal
could get up and walk
it would be ashamed
at how we all mock
the frail and poor

-Right outside your door-

But thank the good heavens
and thanketh the Pope
before you stand up
and tyeth a rope
around the unseeming
neck that refrains
from passing down food
or even the crumbs
your spilling -Soo rude-

And so they are left
monumental and old
against any theft
taken care of as gold
while out in the night
not giving in without a fight
lives the harrowing man
once hero of war

'Cause if the dying metal
could get up and walk
it would be ashamed
at how we all mock
the frail and poor

-Right outside my door-