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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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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