Joe Pacheco

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.