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.

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