Poem: Machinations

The under current of electricity
Smell of rusty iron emanating
From the factory floor
Where human ingenuity merges
With the broken backs of human labor

Poem: The Life of Cogs

The night air tastes like industry
Carbon monoxide and ozone
Even at night when the workers sleep
It hangs in the empty streets
Filling the lungs of the people
With the work they left behind