The Time of Iron

it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
The massivity of metal, and its man
Melted down and reformed
In a furnace of earth, and his demand
To be perfect will not be foresworn
As clear as in the mind of Mani
The voice of the People against him
Masked multitude, unknown and grim
Strive for freedom valiantly;
But he is the Image of Man, a mirror
Did they remove their masks to see
Narcissus had not seen it clearer
The time of Woman come, ironically
Speak low, and speak not as you can
Already the fibers grow, an unknown hand
Pulls a thread of gold to bind slowly
The massivity of metal, and its man.

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