7/6/11
Copyright 2011 Gordon Kuhn “Poet in the Rain”
The bang and clang, a passing metal beast,
In search of an oddly flavored feast.
With rubber wheels, as booted feet,
This day trods upon our quiet street.
Lumbering , stumbling,
It lurches from side to side.
While loudly, to itself, complaints mumbling,
And taking great breaths in its stride
Great gulps of fresh clean air.
Then belches back in thick smoke,
Black and foul back out to share
From twin stacks exhaust to choke
Those of us who might come too close
Its mission we are to observe but not share
The agony of its life, this eater of the morose
But we can still for its life simply offer up our care.
this is a heavy metal poem which rocks and bellows smoke . very original nice.