ENGINE

CAST IN WOODEN AMBIENCE

DIED AWAY THE BREATHING PLANS

IN SORDID SHELVES FILED AT LAST

CORRUPTION STARTING MUCH TOO FAST

THE EARTHEN PROGENY ABHORRED

UNTIL DEMAND QUIETLY STORED

IN DARK SOIL CHARGED WITH HUMAN FUEL

THE ENGINE STARTS ITS ROARING TOOLS

ENGINE, THE MORTAL ENGINE

FROM SOIL EMERGED TO SOIL I GO

AS PART OF THIS ABHORRENT SHOW

FROM WHENCE WHERETO I DO NOT KNOW

WILL NEW LIFE REALLY ANON GROW

ENSUES THE ONLY UNRESOLVED

MYSTERY OF THE MIND

EXISTENCE FREED OF FLESH AND BONE

WILL SOULS OUTLIVE OUR KIND

PERHAPS A HEINOUS COSMIC PLAN

DICTATES OUR EVERY MOVES

MAYBE IN REAL AFTERLIFE

WE DANCE TO NOTHING GROOVES