In my wildest dreams
I couldn’t have seen
the metal man
his metal hands
They were cold hard, and merciless
they were perfect for a metal man such as he
And, when he reached for me I felt
the cold pangs of fear
crawl up through my body
and fill my veins with thick, icy gel
languid and stupefied
my body froze in horror
and was so easily plucked from the ground
the metal man held me with caution
then curiosity
no such blessing as cruelty crossed
his features
only a faint and fleeting glimpse
of curiosity
and when this expression passed
I knew my time had come
I left this world in a hot
flash
my body was as soup
warm, wet, cold sweat
and helplessly devoured
Illustration provided by the Born Again Labor Museum.
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