Thursday, January 14, 2010

POWER

POWER


A grinding
Surly muttering and grumble
A slow mechanical breaking
Gears, pistons
Misfire
Allowing oil
Precious precious oil
To seep and stew and simmer
Evaporating
Falling where it cannot be
Reduced
Reused
Or recycled

A stark and emaciated end
Rotting abandoned fetus
That was once something
That was once tangible
That was once human
That laughed and sang
And clich├ęd its ass off

No more
An absolute and depressing ideal
Never again hope or hope or hope
But despair
One of the seven children weeping
Almost bitterly, but freely

New found in this old place
Open to the blunt, sharp, and even soft
Yes
A megaton of prospects
A gigabyte of information
15,000 km/second
Careening through this contemporary world

This fashionable babe needs no bottle
Binky, diaper, or otherwise
A self-sustaining new born
So much more advanced
Than the society that claims to protect it
A college-educated adult
Fully formed and bursting
Promise
Fatigue
Drive

Yet it smells of death
Of side-of-the-road detritus
A blistering stench
So debilitating
A hallucination-causing odor waft
You can see inside
See inside and glimpse its potential

You see nothing
NOTHING
A watery vapor thuds
With what could almost be called
A heart beat

It isn’t.
IT IS NOT
Incapable of existing
It flits, never seen, but leaving behind
Traces of its putridity
Eyes and moths water
At the nauseating
And the power

What it wants and what it gives
Always at a price is power
Power
Power
POWER

Always at a price

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