Ode To The Depauperate


A Roma smith and his forge in Wallachia, by Dieudonné Lancelot [fr], 1860

A slick, sharp black handled knife

a  gun that fills your hand with excitement with joy

and sets your loins on fire,

why are the things that make some of us feel taller

sexier and proud

made of metal, made of steel?

Surgical devices crafted

to lift you up when nothing else will.

William Blake

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