Steel
I felled a tree
with my bare hands.
I ran through a forest.
I sifted its branches for gold.
No border guard could hold me.
Soon, my country
you will be rich.
Your rivers run through my veins.
Your tides and mountains
swell in my chest.
Your birds of prey
are my arms and legs in flight.
I have fifteen hearts.
Inside this steel frame
the wheels of your valleys
turn again, spin
and catch the sun.
I am steel in flight,
unstoppable –
a dragon with fifteen hearts.
Soon, my country...
Nothing can stop me now.
Paul Henry |
Steel 28
