Wrench the sockets, from their bones
the metal shrieks, and tears with sinew
This stark heart harkens back to the coal pit
and fire and ice and blood and chain
A Solivagant makes his trek again through
the pitiless expanse the horizon provides
Exuberant in folly, exuberant in wisdom
Biting the hands that taste like batter
added flavors that make the mixer madder
As if madness was the secret ingredient
Refire.