Phil Roberts

THE MAN-OF-IRON

I am 64 and loves cats, rock music, and horror fiction and poetry






Manlike metal thing
Thunders through an old building,
Killing all it finds.

Clanking old metal
Like an ancient robot,
The Man-Of-Iron Comes.

Hands like steel vices
Crippling or killing anyone,
Who invades his home.

Guillotine-like mouth
Crunching through metal or bone,
Protecting his home.

Fighting strangers
Protecting his territory
An ancient building.

Killing all builders
Trying to demolish
The place where he resides.

Protecting his abode
Like some ancient fortress,
From demolition.

Old building haunted
The Manlike thing of iron,
Stalking all who near.

THE END
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Melbourne, Victoria, Australia

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