Oven and Supper
Hand of Mechanical Mayhem,
wrought upon the Ghosts of the Machine,
lost in the Whirring Cog of the Lunar Alignment,
where a Shepard’s Pie cooked in the beam of light.
Dinner is done.
Copyright © Brandon Michael | Year Posted 2024
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