A Piece of the House (Opera)
By Corey G
Ridged lanes spun up to the head
A head of chilled stale steel
Right from the bare, dense concrete, in beaded
Rust like the fishing boat’s reel,
Spent lingering days at sea
A secured anchor
A helping hand
Never to be thanked for
Always there for its closest friend who is so grand
This bolt, always there for support
A bolt of history
Seen so much in such an iconic house
Of ballets, operas and plays, nothing less to be
So much work done, feeling like a mouse
Now time to rest.