By J.J. Tindall
I Am Iron Man
For the Hideout, in memory of the Beachwood Inn
I will cry blood
If we lose our magic hideout!
So let us coalesce
Into an Iron Hero:
Flesh of corrugated metal
Thick as a thousand
Shadows,
Heart a diamond forged
In Hell, steady as cricket creep,
Rent by betrayal, inured to terror;
Hard as the
Tip of Damocles’ sword,
Poised to plunge through
Threatening skull bone.
An iron butterfly
In an asphalt field.
Don’t yield.
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J.J. Tindall is the Beachwood’s poet-in-residence. He welcomes your comments. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress.
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* Chicagoetry: The Book
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Posted on November 15, 2018