The Industrial Revolution Finally Expresses Itself

thank god
your car screams
when you set off the alarm
from outside it

grey shadows chase in its intestines
dreams of wrought iron cough out of its grillwork
agony propels behind its blinded headlights

unlike blood
unlike phlegm
unlike flesh that knows to feed itself

this is metal
we use
to transport ourselves

that needs a kick
from outside
in order to say anything at all

from Twisted History (1999)