Little Cell

Little Cell

Somewhere steam sputters stressfully
Deep in the catacombs of a coal pyre
Shoveled into an engine to serve as fuel
Somewhere in the distance a boiling fire
Pipes venting pressure all around
A network of rattling incomprehensible
Obscured by smoke from tower flues

Oppressively shadowed desaturating through
Ducts of a giant massive it grew
Each echo off foggy walls reminds
A cog that it is hopelessly lost
And would be lucky to be found
Or noticed in the lurching machine
This groaning giant of industry

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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