but what do you do when
this machine made world you live in
rusts and breaks and comes apart
into a thousand blood red screws and gears
slowly spinning to a stop with a
half hearted sigh
no more the will to crank and turn
the dynamo that orbits these steel caged
heavens
glowing white blaze hot in the fire
of this unforgiving sun
the pavement is cracked and uneven
the weeds look grey to the world weary
eyes
ashes to ashes dust to dust we
all fall down as the plague doctor
takes off his mask to dark pits of despair
the blackness burns! with a cold heat
where run these feral dogs when this
intricate contraption ceases to power
these city streets
all i taste is soot
my hands are numb
the sky weeps hot flakes of my soul