Machine
Abash the glittering lights and the din edifices once grand now poisonous trees alight with corruption the apple trees refuse to bare exhausted souls go on fiery domestic echoes alight scorching the tender rose if only the forest remained where these towering prisons stand the machine functioning rusty and pervasive it captures souls grinds and hollows the bold the whiskery rodent diamond dreams fragment pulverized into a fine powder cast in flame molds tools for the toll grease the wheels the lost soul his mind no longer yearns once thought and action aligned now a bottle holds her time the tide rolls on the waterfront shore the oil stains reach beyond the dry dock strand wet with soaked cigarettes cargo shipments embark and greet inside the glimmering prize skyrocketing prices immobilize the hull incursions costly born the hearts of men they pound their fists compensate in jest and loan though their souls remain their eyes reveal jockeying mouths respond a well worn tune though words seem worn they groan and look forlorn a multitude the silent ones they long to share a tale the bright horizon dawns the flights above jeer and look on their hard earned scowls will prevail though jokers take the pawn.