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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