She possesses beauty
every pore of her body leaching
forgotten enthusiasm
Both rusty and sharp
compiled from scrap metals,
ring gears and old hubcap
Still and all, I love her
what other choice is there?
I'll sit back and watch
all those old one-sided razor blades,
watch them, over time, they will melt;
she will return, return back to the earth.
© Calac
'Thanks to Goddess for reedit.'
'Goddess of the cutting edge; is a sculpture made from recycled metals'
Chris Lane
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/goddess-of-the-cutting-edge/
