Foul machines with fiery tails
blaze over land laid to rest.
Together they to flow like thick
blood through the clogged arteries of
tar lined cracks in crumbling rock.
Beating to the rhythm of the urban
environments manufactured soul.

Breath in to taste stale bursts of dead air burning.
Squeal to a stop that grinds out sharp shards of
metallic dust which slowly rise up towards the
clouds within the acidic green ooze that
evaporates from down in the depths of
mechanical guts.

Compulsive addicts on a distracted journey
drive these impatient beasts to flinch at
each other while they hunt.
Thirsty to ignite another
drink of life’s ancient remains.

Consume these fresh lands filled with life to
leave a heartless trail of twisted wreckage
laced with the rotting bodies of
anything caught in the wake.