#stamping
When I first passed the gates
into the metallic garden
stamping out seeds
for the junkyard
with its infinite cardiac output
I gazed upon the eyes of the creatures
that inhabited this oily soil
of steel and chemicals
all I saw was a cry for help
to escape
to be away
just one day
they cry, just one day
I got caught in the claws
and it scratched
and scratched
the wounds heal but the scars stay
I have become a trapped animal
with eyes of dismay
There's little chance of escape
I can dream
I can pray
one day, I echo
one day
Now I am just taxidermy
for this godforsaken industry
and they call this
quality.
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 10:22 AM UTC