Copper Anvils

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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.

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world
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