The dark machine turns and churns
Thick black fuel it sips and burns
Ceaseless flight, insatiable appetite
Tirelessly for more it yearns
Never resting, always testing
Mass-production is the best thing
Quotas must be met, must be right
Electric blue reward it shall bring
Reliant upon suppliers and buyers
The ebbing and flowing of desires
Supply the demand for light so bright
Water for quenching white-hot fires
Each sudden urge, each surge, must be met
Pulse-pounding piston glistening wet
Push and fight, joints locking tight
Giving and taking all it can give and get
Labor-saving but still enslaving
Beholden to an olden craving
For things which excite and delight
Misbehaving and beyond saving
The dark machine it never learns
While thick black fuel it sips and burns
While we slip off into goodnight
The dark machine still turns and churns
Excellent write, Eric!
ReplyDeleteTrue. All the elements of the dark machine listed here. And it still churns. Will we every be able to escape it in this life, before the one to come.
ReplyDeleteA tight write, Eric. I really like the way you keep the mentioned elements compact. Each stanza has a message in and of itself. Your poem is pointed. It's not loose and loses the reader.
I agree with Mama Zen, "Excellent write, Eric!"
labor saving but still enslaving...you got that right sir...this is the machine we created and now in many ways it has turned on us.....
ReplyDelete"the dark machine it never learns" the question is will we.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the flow and rhyme.
Eric, skillfully done. Excellent, smooth rhyming scheme. I agree with Brian's statement.
ReplyDeleteExcellent, Eric. This reminds me of those sci-fi storries where man's creation becomes so powerful, it realizes it can take over. We are dangerously close to making sci-fi a reality.
ReplyDelete"Reliant upon suppliers and buyers
ReplyDeleteThe ebbing and flowing of desires"
Supply and demand, and it keeps on churning...
Like the rhyme and phrasing/word choices. Well penned.
You build the machine one cog at a time, until it becomes a gargantuan force of nature, a juggernaut that one cannot hope to slow or stop.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite part:
ReplyDeleteLabor-saving but still enslaving
Beholden to an olden craving
For things which excite and delight
Misbehaving and beyond saving
Also liked the ominous end stanza as well. An astute write!
I have seen those dark machines...and sometimes I feel that I am turning into one ~ Enjoyed the visit ~
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