Industrial Rule

and so we are given another day

with packaged taste

and swollen ad dances.

We're too far into the future to change fate.

With your green hearts

and minds of mad structure

the solace you promise

causes the freight cars in my head

Once more, saved from blue skies

We pray to the magic machines that crush

lives into dust, pretties out of steel

tons of raw into finished cravings.

We eat them

We serve them

We made them

We are them.

Reviews

[Beccy]

It's the tail wagging the dog.

Brilliantly observed poem.

Beccy.

[mattavelli]

Hello, Mark, happy thanksgiving! :)
I really liked the third section here.
Seems you'd bite the hand that feeds.

[Mark]

Does it feed us or feed on us? :) Thanks for reading.

[D Connolly]

We're too far into the future to change fate... Saved from blue skies... machines that crush lives into dust.... It's weird how industry was created to help us, and now it enslaves us and has been taken over by people who don't care about us at all. Scary that we have to rely on this stuff to survive now. It's just not realistic to turn our backs on industry anymore

[Mark]

Thank you for your comment. Ine human trait that is universal is that we so often buy into a reality that only exists because 'everyone knows' it exists.

[Ted Kniffen]

Because we can, doesn't mean we should. This future will be a strange place indeed. Shades of Soylent Green
and the machines beneath leaden skies. Good write

[Dara]

It is a sad state of affairs to say the least, the direction our country is taking. Your message is clear and so poignant. Thank you for sharing.

[Valentine]

WE can always ask ourselves the question. 'where would we be without them?' Valentine

[Mark]

Thank you for reading and commenting. 😊

[Mark]

I wasn't going to comment on this, but where would we be without them? In a country with less obesity, political corruption, pollution, cheap clean energy, of small businesses that are connected to their customers personally, bees that can find their way home, crops that aren't poison, monarch butterflies.... maybe? :)

[Valentine]

I see your point, but being from a large family that has always worked...male and female. How would my dad have raised and fed 9 children. Oh yes, he made huge gardens too in his off time. Kathie

[Mark]

Its rather telling that you equate income only with industry dont you think?

[Valentine]

That is in the title of your write!!!!!! Kathie

[Mark]

My poem isn't about income.

[Mercy Fae]

I believe I have been left completely speechless by this.

[Coyote Poetry]

Honest, powerful and true words my friend.
"We eat them
We serve them
We made them
We are them."
Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Andrew N. Farrens]

With your green hearts
and minds of mad structure
the solace you promise
causes the freight cars in my head

Once more, saved from blue skies
on again, the magic machines crush
lives into dust, pretties out of steel
tons of raw into finished cravings.

That s**t is vivid, man, good s**t. Thanks for letting me read it. Res Ipsa Loquitur -- Kazinsky