Industrial Me
…My mind is a LEGO brick
…without the rest of the set,
…and my patent
…………has expired.
…Who will welcome me
…in the toy-bin
………………afterlife?
…I was built to echo.
…The smokestack, smoke
…rises higher,
……………higher,
……higher.
Industrial Me
November 7, 2011
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Posted by Garrett Traylor
