



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?
MAW OF THE MACHINE
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,
Blinding,
Confusing,
They run into the gaping
Maw of the machine.




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