stop - start
a life of sprints
jerk forward
crack the rust
the oil is mercury
in the soul
scrap metal
chromed and loaned
steel girders
hanging from cranes
chained and circling
what crane made
the first crane
never mind
leave the hoist
metal rot
turn the engine
stop - start
stop
start
ReplyDeleteAh. Good poem. A beauty even.
Mercury, the poison, changes us forever.
Cheers Rob!
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