Metal

Feed me a chill,
a leaden fill
I’ll walk my own way
With a clank and a whirr

Cool mechanic motion…
My insides slick
With grease and steel
My carbide backbone
Near as hard as my will

Flesh is full of cravings
For sex, cocoa, and sun
The heart is treacherous
Full of need, pain and fear

The combine is at my heels
The darkness at my soul
But I’ll evade them all…
Once strong, perfect, and cold.

(written in 2004)