Industrial Rule

Industrial Rule

A Poem by Mark

and so we are given another day
with packaged taste
and swollen ad dances.
We're too far into the future to change fate.

With your green hearts
and minds of mad structure
the solace you promise
causes the freight cars in my head

Once more, saved from blue skies
We pray to the magic machines that crush
lives into dust, pretties out of steel
tons of raw into finished cravings.

We eat them
We serve them
We made them
We are them.

© 2016 Mark


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It's the tail wagging the dog.

Brilliantly observed poem.

Beccy.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Hello, Mark, happy thanksgiving! :)
I really liked the third section here.
Seems you'd bite the hand that feeds.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Mark

7 Years Ago

Does it feed us or feed on us? :) Thanks for reading.
We're too far into the future to change fate... Saved from blue skies... machines that crush lives into dust.... It's weird how industry was created to help us, and now it enslaves us and has been taken over by people who don't care about us at all. Scary that we have to rely on this stuff to survive now. It's just not realistic to turn our backs on industry anymore

Posted 7 Years Ago


Mark

7 Years Ago

Thank you for your comment. Ine human trait that is universal is that we so often buy into a reality.. read more
Because we can, doesn't mean we should. This future will be a strange place indeed. Shades of Soylent Green
and the machines beneath leaden skies. Good write

Posted 7 Years Ago


It is a sad state of affairs to say the least, the direction our country is taking. Your message is clear and so poignant. Thank you for sharing.

Posted 7 Years Ago


WE can always ask ourselves the question. 'where would we be without them?' Valentine

Posted 7 Years Ago


Mark

7 Years Ago

Its rather telling that you equate income only with industry dont you think?
Valentine

7 Years Ago

That is in the title of your write!!!!!! Kathie
Mark

7 Years Ago

My poem isn't about income.
I believe I have been left completely speechless by this.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Honest, powerful and true words my friend.
"We eat them
We serve them
We made them
We are them."
Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 8 Years Ago


With your green hearts
and minds of mad structure
the solace you promise
causes the freight cars in my head

Once more, saved from blue skies
on again, the magic machines crush
lives into dust, pretties out of steel
tons of raw into finished cravings.

That s**t is vivid, man, good s**t. Thanks for letting me read it. Res Ipsa Loquitur -- Kazinsky

Posted 8 Years Ago



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