My steel ribs hold the morning dew
Where Bryum argenteum breaks through
The tar roof sags with patient grace
Time writes in rust upon my face
Iron moss grows on my name
Slow fire eating steel frame
No schedule keeps this heavy heart
Just gravity and falling apart
Iron moss Iron moss
Polytrichum caps the bolt heads tight
Soft cushions where the metal bites
My brakes are seized by silken thread
Where Marchantia greens the dead
The cargo doors hang open wide
For Oxalis stepping inside
No manifest no weight to bear
Just nitrogen fixed in the air
Iron moss grows on my name
Slow fire eating steel frame
No schedule keeps this heavy heart
Just gravity and falling apart
Iron moss Iron moss
My wheels sink deep in loam so black
No return trip on the track
The lichen maps the years in gray
While photosynthesis holds the day
Plantago cracks the welded seam
A botanist quiet dream
I photosynthesize in reverse
Converting ore to universe
Iron moss grows on my name
Slow fire eating steel frame
No schedule keeps this heavy heart
Just gravity and falling apart
Iron moss Iron moss
Iron moss Iron moss
Roots drink the ore
Silence grows more
