To a Discarded Steel Rail, by Maxwell Bodenheim

To a Discarded Steel Rail

Straight strength pitched into the surliness of the ditch:
A soul you have--strength has always delicate, secret reasons.
Your soul is a dull question.
I do not care for your strength, but your stiff smile at Time:
A smile which men call rust.

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Maxwell Bodenheim