/A city that never sleeps, machines rule, and humans learn only to feed the cannon/
We wake to sirens, not to dawn,
the city turnes, the shift moves on.
Steel strikes ring from bolt to plate,
our hours fed to gun and grate.
The tanks stand where the temples were,
their barrels chant, their gears confer.
As children we were taight the names
of parts and heat, not stars or games.
We learned to count by shell and load,
to read the law in torque and code.
A hand that slips is swiftly cleared.
A question earns firing tier.
We build by day, we build by night,
we the jaw that seals us tight.
At noon the sky turns ash and brass,
another rest, another pass.
The shell arcs out, then dissapear.
No target named, no enemy near.
I grease the joints, i seal the steam,
I sleep in drills, i dream in steam.
My hands know steel, my back knows pain,
my thoughts stay flat to fit the frame.
Sometimes i wonder what these guns defend,
and when the work was meant to end.
No one recalls the first commsnd,
the foe, the border or the land.
The sirens cuts the thought in two.
The tank rolls on. So I must too.
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 7:08 AM UTC
/A city that never sleeps, machines rule, and humans learn only to feed the cannon/
We wake to sirens, not to dawn,
the city turnes, the shift moves on.
Steel strikes ring from bolt to plate,
our hours fed to gun and grate.
The tanks stand where the temples were,
their barrels chant, their gears confer.
As children we were taight the names
of parts and heat, not stars or games.
We learned to count by shell and load,
to read the law in torque and code.
A hand that slips is swiftly cleared.
A question earns firing tier.
We build by day, we build by night,
we the jaw that seals us tight.
At noon the sky turns ash and brass,
another rest, another pass.
The shell arcs out, then dissapear.
No target named, no enemy near.
I grease the joints, i seal the steam,
I sleep in drills, i dream in steam.
My hands know steel, my back knows pain,
my thoughts stay flat to fit the frame.
Sometimes i wonder what these guns defend,
and when the work was meant to end.
No one recalls the first commsnd,
the foe, the border or the land.
The sirens cuts the thought in two.
The tank rolls on. So I must too.
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