Monday, July 9, 2007

"Silenced Gears"

Big wheels turned but now are still
No longer making their familiar hum
Oil no longer flows through its veins
Its body has grown numb
A vessel that carried life giving energy
Under moons that waxed and waned
In contrast now like a stencil
Its frozen gears abstained
Cut off from exsistence
No longer needed
Unbiased performances
Until it impeded
The needs of the fathers
Who decided to cease
Who sentenced the wheels to death
Their orders sent forth to the winds in the North
To cease the giant machines last breath
One last sigh in upheaval
It gives up the ghost
In premature burial
To the places of birth who placate in mirth
Unto those who are adversarial

© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

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