Oil Can

Soiled shreds turn firm like leather

Petrify to living stone

Carved in three and scattered cruelly

Pedestal long overgrown

Fading red, to  rust, to black

The only evidence a stain

To mark the place where it should rest

And sound the deafening refrain

Hulk of tin with clockwork organs

Standing as an empty cage

hoping yet someday the dawn might find its

heart united with its stage.


About davidiclineage

Third David down from Absalom Purchase (a Stranger on the Rock) across seven generations. Distaff line Love through mother, Christine. Get it? It took me a while before I did.
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