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Theotokos
things turn in my mind
doubt will operate as water
for something iron
but what passed last night
can I be with child
what can I be making
that might know me
Poems on the topic: iron
Poems on the topic “iron” on Poets.by.
Paladin
they were made to be heroes:
to fight with steel teeth and iron bones,
to sacrifice for the sake of others,
to love mankind as a whole.
they were made to be martyrs:
to dull over time the way old and worn things do,
to bend and warp from overuse,
to die in the name of fate.
and they will;
until there is nothing left, they will give everything.
Fuel
What of the silence of the keys
And silvery hands? The iron sings...
Though bows lie broken on the strings,
The fly-wheels turn eternally...
Bring fuel--drive the fires high...
Throw all this artist-lumber in
And foolish dreams of making things...
(Ten million men are called to die.)
As for the common men apart,
Who sweat to keep their common breath,
And have no hour for books or art--
What dreams have these to hide from death!
The Foundry
Two monsters,
Iron and Coal,
Sleep in the darkness.
A poisonous scarlet breath blows over them,
And they awake hissing and writhing,
And spew forth blood-red vomit
In streams like fiery serpents.
Then from the reeking pools
A monstrous brood is born,
Black, strong, beautiful.
But we turn away our tired eyes,
And try to find the sky above the smoke-clouds.
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