Diabolical Machine
-By Michael D. Strickland-
Twisted gears and evils springs move in
mechanical rhythm.
Dripping oil from within; foul fluids in
tubes swishing about.
Onward it moves. Steam and smoke emissions
escape from it’s infamous pipes.
Onward it moves. It crushes trees beneath it’s massive members
Off into the distance trailing steam and smoke
far away to a distant land. Away to a lonely
town across the endless plain