Analysis of Cages Rust at the Zoo
A beautiful half moon scab pointing at my knuckle, softly cracked
With the wrinkles of day grinding into night, flame into ash, cash
Passing hands, the cold handshake of the metal man, orangutans
Charging the air full of piney electricity between the slightest pass
We are engulfed in the womb of the world, and birth is coming
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|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 0100111101110101 1010111001110111 101011101010100 10011110100010101 110100110101110 |
| Closest metre | Iambic octameter |
| Characters | 323 |
| Words | 57 |
| Sentences | 1 |
| Stanzas | 2 |
| Stanza Lengths | 4, 1 |
| Lines Amount | 5 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 53 |
| Words per line (avg) | 11 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 133 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 29 |
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Submitted on May 01, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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