Plant
The sounds of machines are all around,
Overwhelming in their intensity.
I lose my balance because of the density
Of factory upon this piece of ground.
I stumble. I fall. I look around. I've stalled.
The industry is my new nation,
The main source of my current inspiration,
Yet nothing is there. From my mind I fall.
I've landed on reality. Truth is all but beauty.
Where I am and where I go are one.
Of the land of despair, it seems, I got the crown.
My first action as monarch is to give back the environment its integrity.
I fail. That's right. I forgot that man was king
Of change without return, of a journey without end.
Still, I must move them on, or they'll have nowhere to stand,
Except at their work on the plant, watching machines.
