Polarity

Heavy Metal Rainfall

Upon a conduit of steel,

Hold me up, push me high,

Only inches separate what is

And what is higher,

Thunder from the sky above,

Penetrates the vestige known so well,

The groundwork quaked with premise,

The setting altered time and place

Thematically dislocated, dissolving from the stage

A thumping baseline

Quivers through the ear

Resonating in syncopated irony

Fluctuates the man with polarity of choice,

 Retreat or for scabbard reach

The assault at this point is unknown,

To forecast now, premature, it could call upon

The scholar or the man unskilled,

The former would develop strategy he could not apply,

The latter could not devise, but come the moment he’d react