Tin Man

A heart for the Tin Man A brain for the old 'crow I Hello there, metal man, How do you do today? Dear tin brain Dear tin limbs. Oh dear! Weren't they always tin? Dear, gold and bronze golem, You don't mean to say You were a man? A real one? A tin beast, you were born Aluminum in your heart, aluminum in your soul, Can't you feel its dust in your lungs? Silly man, you don't have a heart, You don't have a life You have limbs rusting with malaise And a hollow head You metal man. Dear tin fellow. II Have you any eyes? Have you any eyes Or simply hollow metal wounds gaping in your forehead with small grins But do you grin? Or does your metal mouth simply Stretch across your face like A bloodless axe wound? Do your limbs run with that crimson stuff? Or are they hollow, hollow, hollow Like the hole in your chest? Swing your axe, dear tin man, Chop your trees, metal golem, Let me watch you With a pathetic smile You pathetic man Metal cannot feel Tin cannot burn You cannot die Goodbye, dear tin man, Rest your tin head and sleep.