Poetic License: ‘Earth Machine’
I’m nothing more than an Earth Machine,
An outmoded molecular engine
Feeding on leftover stardust chemicals
And lower kinds of Earth Machines,
All created for no purpose other
Than wonder for what purpose
I and other Earth Machines were created.
Obsolete from the day of my assemblage,
I’m now in need of constant repair,
And though I’m complex and not simple,
Simplicity overwhelms me
As I creak on toward downsizing
And disassembly in that final junkyard
Where only forever runs forever.