The Tin Men
The tin men
in a fortress of smoke.
Death all around,
hungry for oil.
Their eyes in the storm
divide and cleanse
to be dragged into the mud
once again.
It rumbles on.
One and another,
one ceases,
one gets stronger.
A rainbow of shoes,
the broken tin men.
Copyright © Dani Wil | Year Posted 2013
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