Metal Souls Adrift – a poem

Hollow ring the words of the hopeful

In those dank caverns and corridors

Of doubt, unheard for a clamour more

Dangerous than the overlords wish to

Admit of, peons lost and running amok.


In the chambers of machine horror, asylum

Of tortured metal spirits, so many bodies spill

From viscous, almost organic fluid near amniotic,

Or stay trapped within in vivo prisons while others

Strike out for success while their brethren struggle.



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