Fresh Hell

 

Mechanics love their machines.

Repairing the damaged

Listening

Cleaning the trodden

Protecting the worn

They find a quiet, amniotic space within the cab

Underneath a machine, they are invisible

Inside a machine, they are invincible.

 

Machines love their mechanics.

Repairing the damaged

Listening

Cleaning the trodden

Protecting the worn

They take shelter within their garages, homes, boxes

In the mechanic’s hands they hum,

Well oiled, contented.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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