War Machine
The tinkerer and his tool kit
turned a tarnished old key
which wound forgotten wheels
rusted and bound and…
A little oil should do,
a slight smattering of grease
perhaps, is all it will take
to recall the lost…lost…
Now what’s come of my lens?
Ah, yes, you see? Do you see?
There, my lad, it’s right there!
The heart of the matter…
Now, what’s the matter?
I think it can be fixed, lad.
But not today…tomorrow!
Tomorrow it shall be!
A little more rust,
a little more forgetting
a little less vision
and…
Let’s leave it be for now.
Everything is ok.
8/14/16
Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2016
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