Do not fault others. It was me. This is no country
for gullible men.
History (1) : after the days of the may flower the people who found the lands here to be more fertile brought steel pieces by thousands, by sea, to build new cities and Industries.
History (2) : back then, back there...
it was decreed that gold and silver are better than steel
thus steel, only used for menial pieces, was never awarded full value.
Yet here the lands, amorphous patches of raven earths randomly interrupted
by water or mountain or human
were always flowing, never a pattern. Just to contain it’ll be enough trouble ,no fuss about metals
-ships brought in steel by the thousands.
Molten steel molded the land into patterns. It belonged here - a country for steel.
History(3): a fact
so it was discovered that steel is better than gold and silver.
More flexible, it endured more.
Sharper edges, it cut deeper & further
History (4): new patterns erected in steel. This land reshaped grew taller and faster. They said growth is good but it required order.
And to order is to set limits -boundaries
narrow down comprehensibility
to avoid confusion we now decree
there is one kind of steel
stronger, whiter , sharper and lighter
to stand above the others.
(as the quality of steel is contained
by its skin...)
Note: this draft is a fragment from a longer poem project of mine.
But I think the code is not that hard to decipher ... the fragment is quite self-sufficient.
Note: other answers to Monday’s prompt — the guest maestro’s idea to write using a hidden code