fuse the men together
from junkyard parts and send them out
the smoking heaps
the steam and diesel
grease and grind of gears
pound and clang of pistons pump
howl of rust and fire to
drag themselves across the earth
the moan of metal lurching
towards tommorrow

they must never come to rest
static is the end
dustpiles and back to scrap
scrap to build more
and we are always building more

the cranes are
miles high
tearing holes in the clouds
and we are always building more

Advertisements

Comments

No comments yet.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Basic HTML is allowed. Your email address will not be published.

Subscribe to this comment feed via RSS