Oh, in the sun he shines, bright as a candle, a warm glow that children love. Cheekbones of steel. “Why to slice deli meat with, young one”. Oh, but no expressions can be formed, the muscles tight beneath the layer of metal. Withering and dying, scared and alone. Why live if just to die.
And indomitable teeth, always on view, chattering like a joke to dissipate fear. Red LED eyes sad with laughter. Oh me oh my, he should move to France, where to joke will be appreciated in cafes and poetry lounges. Striped t-shirt and sucking on a carrot, Stainless Steel Face will belong in cultural bonhomie.