Blood Rust (24/04/17)

There is no magnetism to our blood,
The red-pumped rust that
Airs our organs, bones and flesh
That subordinates us to the Gods,
Who Do Not Bleed.
We cannot attract the way
Metals do to due North;
We do not even possess the bear’s inheritance
To return to territories for birth and death,
To be drawn doubtless toward home.

No, our blood does not attract,
But we do. Not base metals perhaps,
But opposites, devotion, heavy-lidded lonely eyes,
And inevitably, decay;
For we are born iron oxide,
And that is just rust.

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