Make It Steel

Wary, overbearing and distrust
Building machinely from rust
Winged, decrepit and fowl
Seeking unending avowedness

Finding the kindling
Of the treasure-throve
Respire in concrete
Graveyard,
Of windy alcoves

I met your maker,
And you unmade me, Lover
I whisk your destiny
In fruity punch

Of flirtatious agony,
Thanks a bunch
Of dripping down screws,
Melted in delight
I'd screw you if I thought it made it right

Inimical to my own design,
Why shine.
Blast down.
Beat back into rhythm
Machine dripping with its own success
Solo your journey
And start the ingress.

Make. It. Steel.