This poem changed over time from the original idea. It has connections to real-life things and symbolism and all sorts of imagery. I hope the reader enjoys. Comments are open.

Mechanical Hearts

Machinery

Made of Cogs

Wires

And Pipes.

Ejecting Steam

From the        

Muscular Endings.

Pumping

And pumping

In a single row

Along the

Rotted walls

Of mold

And mildew.

Small bolts

Of Electricity

Pass through

The rods.

In small

Glass cases

The Mechanical Hearts

Pulse.

Puffing steam

Connected

To Cogs

Wires

And Pipes.

They are all

Mechanical

They all do

The same

Exact

Thing.

Where life

Is created

It is quite

Disgusting.

Plastic tubes

That send

The blood

To the hearts

Waiting

To be put in.

They all

Were made

For the same

Purpose.

They are only

Different

Because

They made them

Different.

The Mechanical Hearts

Pulsate.

They are of

The same sound

Same mechanisms

Same cogs

And wires.

Mechanical

They are

And the Machinery

Produces

Hate

Polluting the Rest.

Strangely

The Mechanical Hearts

Are all

The same.

And if they

Were all the same

Then all the other

Mechanical Hearts

Around the world

Would know of

The same thing.

In Glass Cases

Along

The Rotted Walls

Of Mold

And Mildew.

Where electricity

Passes through

The rods.

They aren’t

Hand-made

Anymore.

And only produced

From the

Hateful Machines.

If only

They knew

Of this

Then the world

Would be

A better place.

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