The Forge

The Forge

A Poem by E.J. Waling

The forge.
Instincts.
Hardware.
Software.
Each,
fully 
supplied.
As programed,
designed.
Each 
in its
lane.
Widget
after
sprocket.
One 
to the
next.
Pretty 
much the
same.
Generation 
to generation 
marching
along.
Cosmic 
alchemy.
Mixing.
Churning.
Manufacturing 
results.
Life, an
assemblage.
Product
produced.
Spinning
up.
Cosmically.
Machine
made.
Stamping
up lifeforms,
one then
another.
Plants.
Animals.
Cats.
Dogs.
Humanity.
Each 
in their
lane.
Being as
intended.
Following
design.
Software
imposed.
Instincts
supplied.
Forever
apart.
Creations
forge.
Alchemist 
designed.

© 2025 E.J. Waling


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E.J. Waling
E.J. Waling

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E.J. Waling is considered by many in the literary community to be the Salvador Dalí of poetry. His rough-hewn unfettered style mimics the artist’s unconventional view of perceived real.. more..