Oct. 12, 2011

Stainless Steel

by William Hudson (author's profile)


~Stainless Steel~

The color of stainless steel
Defined by the reflection of my face
A message blurred yet surreal
No sense of tone, feature, or race.
With its oliver hue
Shining in the light
"Just five watts will do."
To make its dullness bright
It does not move or breathe
It's as alive as a corpse's life;
My face becomes disturbed when unheard
From its surface go ontooth? Not quite!
Yet it adorns the walls
Of my every prison cell
Reminding me when it calls
My attention to this hell.
In the darkness it shines
A centurion standing guard,
Over my solitude in which I'm confined
All man, little power!
Its cold embrace is a [illegible]
Of all I used to be.
It's bare, solid, without conscience nude
In this cell, it's all I see.
It counts the days for some
Scratched into its very bone.
No matter one's evil, race, or creed
It's merciless to what you've done.
It has no passion or zest for living,
It's dead and it's death so cruel.
Never does it cease it's giving
Us its constant rule.
It stands, sits, hangs, and lays
Upon every surface with absolute pride,
Never missing a whimper, tear, or laugh
Every man's secret, it abides.
And what should we call you,
You sentinel of all that is and is not?


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