The Machine

The Machine
By: Zachary Wampler


Nobody knows from whence it came, when its gears began to turn
Black smoke pours from its jaws, the stench makes stomachs churn
Onward it moves, its bladed wheels always roll
Forged in anger and chaos, destruction is its only goal
The engine is not fueled by oil but by the blood of men
It cannot be stopped, it cannot lose, only won
Beneath its wheels, bones are crushed and turned to dust
Eternal as time, never shall it rust


Indifference is its Mistress, but it obeys none
Try as we might, there is no safe place to run
In the dark, it pits everyone against one another like a mere pawn
Hunger rumbles its stomach as the plot for Armageddon is drawn
It waits patiently for it knows that it is the end of the line
Metal grinds against metal, screaming "Mine, Mine, Mine!"
Working in silence it bears no name, the grand finale that cannot be seen
The finale called the Machine