All iron longs to become rust,
said the old metallurgist
It wants to unite with the air
sink down to the bed of lakes
Become red earth. Not only iron
longs for its disintegration.
Utopias subside powerlessly
and become rhetoric. Even
proud monotheism rusts
away and becomes pleasantly
teeming amoral
polytheism. Sharp blades
gleaming swords and heavy axes
never last eternally.
All iron strives to become rust.
Said the old metallurgist.
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