Chicagoetry: I Am Iron Man

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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