The Machine Returns

Tristan Robert Lange

The dread sets in
Like a fractured bone
Fusing in malunion,
The deformity visible.
 
Hopelessly implacable,
The machine grinds down
Tooth upon rusty tooth;
All flesh is devoured.
 
Is there any hope?
Is there hope for escape?
Even voices get lost
Within voiceless mouths.
 
The phantom sight
Reaches its tendrils
Into insight's abode;
Nothing can be done.
 
Supplanting reality
With final judgment
Of the vital spark
Foreseen in gloom,
 
The sentinels glare
Down imperious paths
Of impending doom;
The machine hums.
 
There is no escape
For silent sufferers.
No exit is offered
To tormented wailers.
 
The machine returns,
It keeps on returning,
Grinding with ease
Through bloody corpses. 
  • Author: Tristan Robert Lange (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 31st, 2024 16:28
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem, 'The Machine Returns,' is a continuation of my earlier work titled 'The Machine.' It delves deeper into the themes of systemic oppression and the relentless, consuming nature of societal structures. While 'The Machine' explored the philosophical aspects of these themes, 'The Machine Returns' is driven by personal experiences and a more visceral depiction of the machine's impact. I hope you find this sequel both haunting and thought-provoking.
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  • sorenbarrett

    The Machine, the man, big brother yes I feel the angst and dread circling in the winds of change as well as the old guard still keeping watch. Nice write

  • orchidee

    Ahh, a bad hair day in that pic! (me being daft) lol.

  • Dan Williams

    SkyNet lives, eh?



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