Man of Steel and Stone
To say that Charlie was a man of substance would be an understatement; Charlie was built of granite and bronze, like a monument to society, an outstretched hand to the heavens. Charlie was and forever will be a scar on the sky of his town. However, Charlie was and forever will be a building.
You see, when he was only a little sketch on the pad of a little architect from the town, he dreamed of being something larger than life. He dreamt of one day holding people inside his warm arms while they whirled back and forth building whatever humans seem to need at the time, or telling others what to build. He dreamt that the people were to be his fingers stretching out to new places, seeing things that he would never see, going places he would never know. Hoping he might be able to gleam pictures of the places from the stories they would tell and the snapshots they had taken.
When ground was struck for his first bit of frame to be built, he made the steel sing so that the town would know he was here now. He rose like a phoenix out of the earth growing and evolving; his pattern always changing. He thought that the cables were his inner workings and the aluminum was his skin, the glass windows his eyes as well as the funny hairdo he ended up with at the end of the construction; a single strand of hair standing straight up towards the sky.
At the end of the journey, to become what he always knew he could be, he thought back to what he wanted. He wanted veins and skin, eyes and fingers, legs to walk and a voice to sing with, but he was not a man of flesh and bone but a building made of steel and stone. He was this and forever will be, the building scarring the skyline of a city, who dreamt of being a man of industry.