The Machine
Beyond a big, yellow
‘DETOUR’ sign,
an enormous machine
with flashing amber lights
and frightening teeth
is grinding asphalt down,
moving slowly along the street
leaving a grooved wake
as it scrapes and gouges
its way through a long night
depriving the citizenry
of sleep by the sound
of a relentless,
ear piercing ‘beep’, ‘beep’.
Though the subject matter
and imagery is entirely different,
the above picks up a subtle echo
from that famous poem by
William Carlos Williams,
‘The Great Figure’.
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