Goddess Of The Cutting Edge. Poem by Chris Lane

She possesses beauty
every pore of her body leaching
forgotten enthusiasm

Both rusty and sharp
compiled from scrap metals,
ring gears and old hubcap

Still and all, I love her
what other choice is there?
I'll sit back and watch

all those old one-sided razor blades,
watch them, over time, they will melt;
she will return, return back to the earth.

© Calac

'Thanks to Goddess for reedit.'

'Goddess of the cutting edge; is a sculpture made from recycled metals'