Industrialac

Is it up in the air

Is it down below ground

Is it alive and shouting

Or does it make no sound

Does it make a sound at all

The timid beats of our longevity

Don't beat nearly long enough

The timid beats of our vitality

Have it rough

But does it matter at all

With your song

And your love

And your mouth

You're nearly convinced me that I'm real

Is it so awful to be a machine

If I can grip immortality

Does the trade have a purpose at all

Reviews

[Quill]

awesomely written, love the way this one progresses

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the way you used the language.
"Is it so awful to be a machine
If I can grip immortality"
I wanted to know more. You create interesting character and situation in this poem. I liked the ending. A realistic ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote