It is a very dangerous game they play
As they walk across the narrow, rusty pipe
Which runs high above a rocky creek
To a deep ravine below
Past the hordes of adoring, terrified fans
This path is a foolish playground
Unstable and curiously set at a deadly height
A decaying relic of industry
Built on fuel, steam, concrete, and steel
Built in factories by people of another era
Men and women who resembled machines
Who left us with a simple warning
To turn away from their ways
And return to a life of reason
The heat and the pressure deep inside
The decaying, forbidden playground
Exhausts the dying valves
As the spectators watch nervously
Through whistles and through shouts
As the corroded metal starts bowing
Near the middle as they joust
Sounds like a presidential election - two contestants, a lot at stake, hordes of fans and the scene is a smouldering culture based on old values...
ReplyDeleteThis is no coincidence.... ;)
ReplyDeleteVery good analysis, btw. I wasn't sure if I was being too abstract.
ReplyDeleteI think that having read a lot of your writing has helped me get better at unveiling your metaphors.:)
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