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The Iron Man came to the top of the cliff |
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How far had he walked? Nobody knows |
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Where had he come from? Nobody knows |
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How was he made? Nobody knows |
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Taller than a house, the Iron Man stood at the top of the cliff, in the darkness. |
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The wind sang through his iron fingers |
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And his great iron head, shaped like a dustbin but as big as a bedroom, |
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Slowly turned to the right |
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Slowly turned to the left |
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He was hearing the sea. |
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His eyes like headlamps, glowed white then red |
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Then infa-red, searching the sea |
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Never before had the Iron Man seen the sea. |
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He swayed in the strong wind that pressed against his back |
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He swayed forward, on the brink of the high cliff |
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And his right foot, his enormous iron right foot, lifted-up, out, |
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Into space, |
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And the Iron Man stepped forward, off the cliff, into nothingness |
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CRASH. |
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Down the cliff the Iron Man came toppling head over heels |
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CRASH! |
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CRASH! |
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CRASH! |
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From rock to rock, tumbling slowly, |
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And as he crashed and crashed his iron legs fell off, |
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His iron arms broke off, and the hands broke off the arms |
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His great iron ears fell off |
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And his eyes fell out |
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His great iron head fell off. |
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All the separate pieces tumbled scattered crashing |
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Bumping clanging down, on to the rocky beach below |
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Then silence. |
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Nobody knew the Iron Man had fallen |
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Nobody knew the Iron Man had fallen. |
