the copper golem rises

Something stark and new, quicksilver blood in veins patina'd with age and experiences.

the copper golem rises

I thought I heard you there
moving in the meadows I'd abandoned
to place feet upon a cool stone road
promised but not sealed, paths revealed
but not the end they come to prophesied.
I cannot read your smug face, twisted
as it is with recollections and runes
cut by fingers of gypsies and goddesses
and the occasional cat I'd made of clay.
What is in your heart, hot and molten,
as you keep your own counsel and laugh
a sound that chills my blood and I fight
I fight against your insinuations?
We shall see if flesh bests metal this time.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.