Machines worn as subtle form of endearment
Strap them on, they wear us like a brain
Do not engage the motor or the crankshaft
Or the likes of you shall be entrained
The nuts and bolts get drawn into schematics
The charismatic gear chains makes us loath
To shame the horses, running at full power
When driver lashes them, with painful oaths
A sutle tribute to the era and perhaps even a shadow tribute the the great horse of such recent calling upons........Rare and interesting Jim Troy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the demons of progress haunt us all! good poem!