Motoring

By Cliff Lake

 

Motoring

 

Behind the flashing colors,

Beneath the trumpets and drums,

Working the players and the played,

The machine groans on.

Oiled with coin and blood,

Fired by greed,

Powered by disdain and lust,

It eats innocence,

It shits pain.

Louder the production screams

To cover the clank and clang

Of an apparatus too ancient to run

And too pervasive to quit.

An engine operated by monstrous egos

Convinced of their right to indulge

Or engulf

Or intake

Whenever desired

Whenever decreed.

Diseased, decadent, depraved,

Skeletal remainders of humanity,

Or fattened and greased,

They maneuver their agents with promises,

Offering tastes of the debasements

That are reserved for themselves in full.

Still the mechanism toils on

A thing self-serving,

Operating now only to continue operating,

Producing labor, filth, heartache,

And the degradation of all species.

A machination that can only result in

The obsolescence of the species that birthed it.

It is its own entropy,

Operating in panic mode,

Until it,

And all that serve it,

Can operate no more.

Only then will we find peace…

And the quiet of a world gone dead.

We should be so lucky…

 

Cliff Lake 5/25/2023

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2023

Location: Dalton, MA, USA

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