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POEM: The Engine of Evil

Posted on July 14, 2020 by B Gourley

They first noticed creepers crawling
into the dingy depths of caves —
impossibly feeding on that rich darkness.

Something was out of balance.

Something was wrong in the machine —
the one they called it the engine of evil —
and either it was running over the redline,

or its counterpart was faltering.

Either way,

War.
Pestilence.
Famine.
Genocide.

All for lack of a mechanic.

6 thoughts on “POEM: The Engine of Evil”

msjadeli on July 14, 2020 at 9:20 pm said:

Excellent metaphors.

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Sue on July 15, 2020 at 2:15 am said:

Loved this!! Haunting and terrifying.

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- B Gourley on July 15, 2020 at 7:02 am said:
  
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d.a.simpsonwriter on July 15, 2020 at 2:57 pm said:

Superbly expressed.

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- B Gourley on July 15, 2020 at 3:06 pm said:
  
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  - d.a.simpsonwriter on July 15, 2020 at 3:16 pm said:
    
    You’re welcome.
    
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