Self Examination

I will clothe myself with metal bars
Without a trace of tender, fleshy parts.
To every inch of me, I paint a silver
Suffocation, layers upon layers of
Deconstruction. Beams of lasers strike,
To penetrate my form, to gouge the seed
That lies within: devoid of any water,
Yet the roots still stretching through my veins.
Waves of sounds deflected off my iron
Ornaments, I make out the wrap-up
Retort that I am but a polished rock
Used and tossed at deserted seashores.
Far from it, the truth of my identity
Lies behind this mirror I wear before thee.