Thursday, April 29, 2010

Part

We fleshy machines
with limited means
are used till we start
to cost too many beans

and then we’re replaced
our numbers erased,
just tossed on a cart
consigned to the waste—

whatever’s begun
will never be done
unless there’s a heart
to make it all run.

3 comments:

Alexis said...

I like this, it is a quiet thought but it speaks in a loud voice.

Dimps said...

What a class!!
It was amazing :)

"consigned to the waste"

Simply loved it!

Regards,
Dimps

rch said...

Thanks Alexis, it screams inside of me.

Hey Dimps, glad you liked it.