Work (or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love My Job)

MACHINE roared to life

Great steel beast
Cobalt eyes
Copper-wire teeth
Smoking whirring
Eager for flesh
Dead yet alive.

Ash pits pocked
The crusted earth
Hot lava spurts
Burned passages in time
Slivers of fleshy metal
Banding across the valley
Steel mesh x-ed the skies.

Men and women marched
Bone skull and curtain flesh
Fused into an arcing mechanism
Endless multicolored worm
Bloated rot and oily sweat
Swallowing its own tail
Nourishment for MACHINE.