Copper Anvils
Location
Copper anvils ring like darkness.
The perfect metal,
like glass,
shines with angel wings,
and shakes under hammer blow.
The vibrations threaten creation,
each resonating note growling,
baring its teeth,
fighting against the quiet.
Silence is the enemy.
Silence is the savage.
Each anvil covers the silence
withe the sounds of rifle-fire and marching boots.
Fire leeches through the metal
like acid
or gravity.
Hatred leeches through people
like the particles of deep space.
Forced through us
like a hammer striking metal.
Copper anvils ring
with the sounds of war.
Eternal...
and unending.