And at day's end,
Smoke drifting
From shattered
Chimney tops
Stained with the
Soot of Industrial
Lust
I sit.
Gathering thoughts
Like ghosts.
The diesel thrash
Of flailing limbs,
The scream of
Failed bearings
In the throats of
Those below...
A muffled murmuring,
And nothing more.
The only scent,
Is the mingling of
Submmission and
Desire.
I lean back and
Smile.
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