Your Metal
Test your metal,
let it sing to you
under the tap tap hammer
of everyday life
The instrument of air
will play tunes
upon that windchime
of yours
Enough fire will form
any tool you’ll ever need
to dig or till,
sew or bejewel
Your metal will serve you well
as weapons sing
through the air
in fierce metallic cries
Your metal-
perfectly balanced
between life and death,
love and loss
Someday,
every bit of your metal
will fall down
into earth’s veins again
Death, that metallurgist,
will render you
forge ready
once more
And
who knows what
you will then
become?