Metal Voices

March 27, 2011
These things, you see -
Filled with metal, voices filled with lead
Dragging, dropping, voices clanking off voices
Silver dust in the air.
A ripened cluster of fat grapes, twisted off the vine
But not nearly so soft
Not nearly so sweet.
Voices like wine,
Like grapes left to rot
Wine in metal glasses raised to the air in a
Mocking toast
Metal not oxygen
In our lungs
Leaden, like the drop of a heart breaking.
These things, you see -
Voices that fill up the whole air
Leaving no room for breath.

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