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.
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