Metallurgy
A tarnished copper flower
Bent and rusted through
In a world of alchemy,
Welded together differently
Than everything it thought to be.
Turning gold to polished lead
And elixirs into poisons,
A tarnished copper hour
In a world of gold philanthropy.
An acorn falls amid the dust
Among the leaded thorns and rust
That lust created man to be.
A biological reaction
In a world of Harvard pedigree.
A silver weed on a copper lawn
And all the neighbors sigh and fawn
Over what was never meant to be.
A single-souled catastrophe
In a world that hates misanthropy.
A living tree in shades of green
There among the metal things
A pulse amid technology
A grace before apology
A tree among the crowning thorns
Where that which fell has been reborn,
For in a polished world of gleaming thrones
There remains a grave without a stone
A breaking day
And a dawn that can't be scorned away.
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