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:

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

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  2. What a class!!
    It was amazing :)

    "consigned to the waste"

    Simply loved it!

    Regards,
    Dimps

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  3. Thanks Alexis, it screams inside of me.

    Hey Dimps, glad you liked it.

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