Tin is a heavy metal,
and it cares not at all.
It is soft, easy to melt,
it could decorate your belt.
Its discovery, a revolution,
the bronze age transition.
Technical advances possible,
tools complex, less simple.
Long trading routes,
reason for disputes.
A mysterious one,
its importance never gone.
If you bend it tin cries
like a ghost that dies
you hear crystal twinning,
a spooky singing
Tin is a germanic phrase,
not latin in this case.
Tin has a team player,
layer for layer.
Steel coating,
plastic stabilizing
In every soft braze,
bronze in different ways.
Touchscreen, mobile phone,
alternatives unknown,
A non toxic lead alternative,
in pigments for those creative.
Tin is fundamental to civilization,
in historic and modern evaluation,
It is a flexible supporter to us,
enhancing and not dangerous.
Tungstenturtle Poetry