In the way your flesh seems softer
and your bones more brittle,
when surrounded by the hard steel
of great grunting machinery.
In the way your youth seems younger,
your canvas nearly blank,
when foreheads lines like staves
sing to you the elegy of life.
Nov 20, 2011
Nov 20, 2011 at 10:38 PM UTC
In the way your flesh seems softer
and your bones more brittle,
when surrounded by the hard steel
of great grunting machinery.
In the way your youth seems younger,
your canvas nearly blank,
when foreheads lines like staves
sing to you the elegy of life.
