on machines

I saw the metal giants moving through the earth
their joints striking like match to kindling
electric blue jetting through circuit and breaker
and loss they ran through forest and jungle
upturning the blades, shadowing the green
they rose and rose like towering suns
blotting out all that we once new
the future they were
Their massive structures take the place of hill and dale
for up and up they keep on growing
like wild kudzu after a long nights sleep
though I run to get away
they have fallen into each other spiking the ground
metal to earth
and deep into the flesh they fuse with the heal
this is the existence of a man of industry
one tied to the title of steel
there's no intellect, no dialects
only the binary rambling of wire to bite
their might is marked by numbers
which whirl and spin up and down
molding smiles and frowns with their dance
rhyming ceases and so deceases
and myths and themes join the files in three inch rems
the students study then forget
knowing nothing and changing nothing
but keeping it in the same pendulum motion
back and forth
motion
now I look I see their faces
machine faces
blinking, breathing but taking nothing in
they do to do
uprising