Douglas Felsch Poet Other

Notes About The Poem

Unleashing the wrath of a determined mechanic on a broken machine sometimes finds the mechanic talking to the machine,in frustration we cuss, and groan but in the end the machine cant fight if its liquid. (Oxy acetyline torch) yeah i go there sometimes!!!!!

Hello Beast!

Hello Beast

I've come with tools in hand...
What is it today?!
Perhaps a day of simple grace?
Or do I crawl inside your soul?
I know your job of hell unleashed. 
Blasted cast, making dust—
But it's time for you to sit. 
Lock out, tag out confirms your fit.
I can't trust you to work a day—to do your job without decay!
You have destroyed my trust. 
My mind screams to be released!
Damnation of the mechanic's role...
I cuss, you groan, and spit upon my face. 
Today you'll understand!
Today, the beast of metal and trite,
Found the truth in mechanic's might.

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Alison A Smith September 4, 2026 at 5:46 AM A fierce, wonderfully theatrical personification of a machine at war with its mechanic. The direct address, explosive industrial diction, and escalating threats give it the force of a dramatic monologue—part workshop ritual, part showdown. I especially enjoyed how “Lock out, tag out” grounds the poem in real mechanical practice before the final assertion of the mechanic’s hard-won authority. Douglas Felsch September 5, 2026 at 8:14 AM 😊i love to bring inanimate items to life, it's a way to connect readers with the emotion of the job. These poems, every one of them based on real experience, Im glad that they can move readers as well.

Andrea Dietrich September 3, 2026 at 2:11 PM Wrath of the Mechanic this could be called. It's nice sometimes to vent and in the process, create a fun poem!