Monday, October 10, 2011

These Metallic Days

Metal fills the crevices in my teeth.
Sometimes I taste it like the iron
you taste in your own blood.
Fine metal frames hold lenses
in front of my eyes. Wire loops
through each earlobe, bangles one wrist.
On the other a silver watch ticks away
each precious metal day. I have kept one
gold band on my finger for so many years.
When I’m old if I’m lucky, I’ll wear a sleek
steel ball cuffed in the shank of my femur
and walk without pain. Lead
in the paint. Arsenic in the water.
I spend hours armored in my car. But today
the sky rinses electric and I
am awash. Always the knife point
pressed against my chest.
Always the cold, the hard, the brilliant.

-These Metallic Days  by Sally Ashton

Catherine Wheel - Black Metallic


Colin said...

Anthem! Such a wonderful band, and song... and the poem is rather special as well... :)

Genevieve said...

<3 them so much! I've been on such an oldies kick lately - goldies for me that is. Catherine Wheel, The Cure, Depeche Mode, Morrissey, Radiohead... Just can't get enough tee hee.

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