Processing

Conceal my face. The jagged lines Cut away an inch- no more. Uproot the grey and secrete a bed Of black as night. Contort my frame And guard my gait With bated breath I sent for flowers Signed in concealed hands A name that will not exist I was twenty feet tall And the Statue of Liberty Wilted at her knees as I breezed aside In a moment In a mirror I study My broken and splintered. I watch the dance of rot and decay I am piece by piece Fighting to recreate And salvage the shipyard of my Cast iron will and declarations. I will live forever. I will never change. Never age.