Alone. Company only to plastic bottles and dull razor blades The desolate Victims of the price wars Better forgotten. Oh, to hear them cry out Beneath the rusty shackles Of unforgiving time, singing; Lonely. Sitting in its own waste and the waste of others It's days of glory gone Flaking, corroding in the cold water.. Sometimes I want to push them. and drown in the chorus of its squeeks Screeches like a harpy I place my hand upon its thick wire webbing and become one with its anger of the modern world We are all forgotten...abandoned... Without any use. Battered and broken With wheels worn down And the screams of protest given. A sad parody of a life at it's end. Dream with me this night, I dont mean to stay long In this painful lack of Relief to reality: I mean to leave you again, Lost to time and timeless Abandonment, my love, That You in all Your Tired metal framework Should forget me in a Peaceful Waking Moment. If I place my heart in your stomach Will you yield to me? Will your wheels turn? Will you remember The love we have shared or will you leave me for others Those vagrants on the street those who pine for shelter and bits of bread like Safeway specials in your isles of royalty ever regaled in the Chill of distant memory. Yet I would not begrudge you Whatever company you see it to keep; My own bleak existance Ever illuminated By such hopes: Nos comes quaerere Novam Troiam Possumus... Coldness.... The rain pouring down your sleek sides... Like so many salted tears.. Alone, like everything else... Everything you knew, now gone Without purpose, no direction Slowly you corrode, Slipping through the cracks of time. And then, there was nothing. The night creeps in, Cloaking you in its black velvet. We are all alone. Come out, my army! My legions of metal Calibans, take back the isles that once were Raise the shining metal The beacon of fulfillment that once gave you freedom from slavery from the marching the marching the endless marching train by train rolling towards that sullen place and other supply and demand atrosities Bare your steel fangs, vengeful ones and be free of your urban shackles! Let your endless screeching protests Of fatigue now be your triumphal Cry of war! There is no other time For which we have So long awaited. Now Tonight, my faithful horde, Conjoined in our prior expectations, Fallen or crushed --For that past no longer matters-- Sing for something Brighter, that we have yet to see, Sing a requiem for all that was And prepare us for the exorcism. Are you frightened tarnished child? As you wither alone? When nobody ever sees you, when you are pushed out of the way, yet never noticed, do you wish you never were? Pulled from that which you knew, left alone, without shelter. You sometimes pray for an end oh lonely one, But it will never come when you want it to. There are none like you, Weep.