Poem-a-day April 3

[serene]

Yesterday's poem.

Poem-a-day challenge for April 3, 2015
(Prompt: "write a machine poem")



Machine

They rage, and put their shoulders to the wheel
They yell into the silence, and go to work
to make the things the machine wants to make
to buy the plans for their own destruction

I look on in silent condescension
bite my tongue until I taste the copper of blood
keep my peace
view them as cogs
as unthinking, manipulated machine parts

One day, the time will come to stand and fight
and the cogs will stand and fight
and I will be paralyzed with fear
having only practiced judgment

and never action