Synthetic Spear Poem by Christopher Withers

Synthetic Spear



wheel clutched, hands steer,
metallic mass, synthetic spear,
a form unknown in history’s past,
minds burn brighter, future cast.
heartbeat lessened to a hum,
sparking life, replacing run.
chariots of our current age,
ancestors magic: reduced, now stale.

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