Tuesday, February 24, 2009

The Tool

Resilience hardened,
picked from the pile
to be choked by black greased claws.
Shoved face down into the engine
to gnaw with grooved mandibles
each bolt and loose screw
in the motor of her mind.
Tuned; unburdened
engine sounds sweeter still.
but that trusty partner
is discarded
unclean and tired.

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