It heaves and puffs
blasting out black steaming clouds.
Poor Saurian! it strains and wrenches
hoisting man-made mammoths
smaller though heavier than itself
looking to break it apart.
How it must drench with envy
of its brothers, aeons in mist away,
whose heavy hugeness assured of victory
even against their own
until the planet's devastation
brought their end.
These metal monsters also die
when man has out-used them.
They leave no wasted bones
to build their history.
What did you think
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Industry. One of the greatest criminals, I think. But you're right that we kill our tools when done with them.
It's saddening to think that most of the things we create ultimately mean nothing beyond a base value.
For what the oppinion someone much, much younger is worth, I enjoyed this, because it was concise and still made me consider what it is about something so commonplace is so very saddening. Thank you.
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First of all, you have no need to apologise for being 'much, much younger' than me. Already your poetry has maturity and imagination - a great deal more than I had at your age, though I must say I do find it difficult to believe that you are truly no older than you say.
Glad you liked this. Most of the earth-grubbing tools have always looked like dinosaurs to me, no matter what kind they are I still feel sorry for them.
Thank you again for your comments.
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*laughs* You're the second person here to say I seem older than 17; I'll have to update my page with pictures or something to prove that this is the case, though that rather defeats the purpose of a tag like 'Nameless-Faceless'
As for dinosaurs, I know exactly what you mean. I think it's in the long steel necks and the joints that look like eyes.
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