Bricks of steel

An experiment of mine. It's about two guys talking. It's awesome!

I walked across the street one night

And saw a funny gentleman

Who perched above a building.

 

He sat atop the edifice, and

Laid stone bricks up in a pile,

And poured hot steel between them.

 

“Oh good sir!” I bellowed out

“Seal the bricks with melted steel,

Instead of using mortar?”

 

“Why yes.” He said bodaciously

“Where I come from, I’ll tell you,

 Steel is cheap and stone is steep.”

 

He laughed aloud, his clever verse

Could outshine the universe

Or so he thought, I did not.

 

He turned back to his heavy task,

But I called out to stop him.

I had a vital question:

 

“If steel is cheap and stone is steep,

As you wish me to believe,

Then why not use bricks of steel?”

 

He called to me: “Bricks of steel?

Are you mad? If we did that

Then there’d be no bricks of stone.”

 

He had a point, I guess, maybe.

So I turned, and started off

Away from the strange old man.

Author's Note

It's not supposed to make sense.

Reviews

[Lorraine]

Actually it makes sense to me, in a really weird and shallow way. I love the very mundane talk going on between those two. It's ironic the way the poem was written in a serious way and yet the dialogues are just way too obnoxious to be taken seriously.

Keep Writing. ^___^

[Tommy]

What an odd mason indeed! But fill the cell of a block with steal a mason does, to give the building structural strength, Then he surrounds the steal with mud. And as a child looks at the world, I see this tale unfold.

I think this is a great write, and you say that it is not made to make sense, but as a mason I tell you it does, to a point. I get the image of a child curiously asking a mason question while he works, and a mason as cleaver as he can answering in a way to please the child. I don't know but that's what I get from it, and it is going in my favorites.

[W.k.kortas]

Odd, yes--but winsome and winning, and every bit as tasty as cupcakes.