Pushing I
Crank the lever
push the button
turn the dial
cover the bones under ancient homes
not stirring of things under a stark sapphire sky
turn the crank
flip the switch
watch the pistons push n pull
hot metal into odd ornate objects
designed in eight sides
fit into sacred secret sockets
how quaint they are
this is machine
this is god
this is the way of the west
a vast sage of quiet realms
tell the thunder, that quakes
to still the waters of birth till the day
languishes away, watch the Rockets fly
feel the coming fire
the distance rumble of doom
crank the lever
pushed button
turn the dial
feeling the hum of the hot room
cover them bones under ancient homes
idle façades, not stirring under
a stark sapphire sky
turn the crank
flip the switch
watch the pistons
push and pull
odd ornate objects fly
watch the world go away.
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2023
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