Not like a warrior, more like a vole
Predatory stillness looms in the vacant space
Between the first wall and the optic nerve
Concealed behind the eyes
A straightforward device
Easily hidden in a false bottomed box
The second and third more elaborate even ornamental
At ease with the concept
already overlaps dovetailed joints
Metallurgy invented for locks
A key, a combination even a keycard
A mechanism to interlock
Hammered links form chains
The interdependency of alloys
By now fear cannot be seen by the naked eye
Or casual observer, or by an idle passerby
Soon the tiny walls become elaborate fortified castles
Ornate refuges, strongholds
The eternal spiritual sovereignty of fear
Steel, titanium, Osmium, the windows become smaller
Even the eyes have become tiny slits
Here we make fear a metaphor
And we make the metaphor a machine
This way the fear can begin to make itself
Until the walls and the eyes
And the locks and the keys and the castles and
Even the casual observers are afraid
