once, machines

once, machines:
noisy, noisome,
shouts across
a noxious room

then, a world that's
changing, moving,
turns a hive into
a tomb

once, alive, in
grease and oil,
iron moving,
weight and steel,

time, like trains,
in one direction,
cares not how we think

or feel

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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