The Metal Box

THE METAL BOX

The metal box, the cauldron,

The killing machine is killing me.

My voice shiver, the box quiver.

Rattling the clank of metal

Beneath my feet.

Screaming inside, shouting into my head.

Dance over me O leader,

Make me do things I have never done.

I feel it, the power in my dying hands,

Even the devil tremble at the roar

Of the fat metal cat.

Destruction will be my new name

And the instrument shall be called Delight.

For I have never been proud to be

In the metal box.

By The Feather Pencil Chronicles