the mechanic ebb and flow
of time
continues on as the hours pass by.
collecting dust—
i’m a rotting machine.
my motherboard is overloaded.
but no one comes to help me,
for in all my gray and white glory,
no one can see the decay inside of me.
parts dying away,
short-circuiting dismay,
wires cut long ago.
my static screen is a threat—
they’ll replace me.
i’ll be thrown away.
for the chemicals in my circuit board
to seep into the ground,
and corrupt the natural memory
of the world around.
