Those Who Live in Grass Houses

Mechanical Sympathy

Mechanical Sympathy

There is in us a thing that cannot be explained,
man and machine they call it.
Just turn the key or press the button,
awake the monster growls.
Vibration touches your willing grasp,
control begins the dance,
release it now in strength beyond curtail,
so well-controllèd power,
the meld of flesh and metal shining polished,
separation falls away,
animal and creation together with one mind,
in harmony they move,
and subtle imperceptible the conscious guiding hand
your orders to perform.

How can this amalgamating state be born,
a mystic union formed;
ecstatic and unlikely fusion souls -
evolution thwarted?


Line count: 18
Free verse
For Cards Against Authors, Week 3
Prompt: You get to choose your own topic this week, but you must incorporate the wild card! Wild Card: Constraint: Each line must alternate between long and short sentences.