Museum

Museum

Instruments forged in blackest iron
Shaped like a flute or a violin
Horrifying human music
Echoes through the walls of this museum
A spiked coffin
The curve of a maiden
A ball and chain with a face like the moon

Who were these crowds who cheered and heckled
As if they were at a football game
Who were these artists with hideous hands
Who crushed bone and peeled off skin
So still sits the wheel of iron
On the clean floor of this museum