Upon the paved and modern street,
Where fleeting shadows cast their stride,
Two rusted forms of iron meet
The rushing town, yet still abide.
Where fleeting shadows cast their stride,
Two rusted forms of iron meet
The rushing town, yet still abide.
With gears for joints and steel for spine,
The scrap-made creatures silently
Recall a wilder, older line
Amidst the cold geometry.
The scrap-made creatures silently
Recall a wilder, older line
Amidst the cold geometry.
While hurried footsteps pass them by
And towers climb toward the gray,
The metal phantoms softly sigh
For fields of gold and yesterday.
And towers climb toward the gray,
The metal phantoms softly sigh
For fields of gold and yesterday.
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