Maw of the Machine. 1

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Here’s a poem I (Sister Bird) wrote for school.  This is copyrighted stuff that I own, so don’t be stealing my work or you’ll be swimming with the fishes, capisce?


Twisted, broken metal menaces

Reach up, shedding rusty leaves

There are no trees –

Just pretend!

A river sparkles and shines

As the sun glints off

Cans and bottles piled high.

A harsh white light

Reveals the hidden.

False beasts

Stir up sandy, soot-filled soil;

Things scurry.

The light,



They run into the gaping

Maw of the machine.

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