The Iron Weight Poem by Lazarus Knix
The Iron Weight
The Iron weight gathers dust-
It has sunk down into my carpet
Under a neglected force.
The metal bar it clang to
Is rusting near some buzz saw
In my dark garage.
I had brought them just
To fool myself into hope-
To command visions with veins.
My paper is dry and parched,
My arms are thin and pale,
A poem is born from the empty gale.
This dumbbell sends chimes
Through my fingertips.
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