This is not a poetry blog, but occasionally I will post new poems such as the one below:
The machinery is old,
repeatedly breaking down.
Some parts have been repaired,
others replaced entirely.
Some are missing.
it is taking an inordinate amount
of time and energy
just to keep the machinery running,
with little thought given to
whether anything is being produced.
It has been a long time
since it maintained a production schedule
that could be counted on.
If it doesn’t produce anything,
is it still a machine?
Does it belong in a place of honour
in a museum,
loved and admired but no longer used?
Perhaps it is time to reflect
on past production successes,
to express gratitude,
and to contemplate the time
when this old machine will be melted down
and remade into something new.