Lady

Gaze at me, I dare you, but please don’t see me for what I am. Float around my periphery, gawk at me, keep your distance.

No one asked me if I desired remembrance in alloy.

Archive me in your book of classical approbation but shun me from your blissful reality.

Remember me, all as the sovereign art of metal, but please forget how I once owned a heart of hardware lungs of load soldier soul.

I see each morn the best of you, but today you forgot my name.

“Libertas” is my decided song from wild tongue behind immovable lips. Perhaps you fear what I stand for.

O, but be enlightened – I have shattered copper chains before.

Poetry 45