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Industrialized Romance

The fog rolls in at quitting time -
Battered cap at my feet.
Five pence earned by a daily grind -
Maybe enough to eat.

Wind-up monkey on my shoulder,
Zeppelins float in the sky.
Steeples struggle to pierce the smog -
Crosses hide as if shy.

God is dead, and Darwin killed him.
Though, Nietzsche had a hand
Natural selection reigns now -
Blame it for where I stand.

Tuneless tin drum revolves once more,
Phony primate dances.
Passing children laugh, hop, and point
Dads give side-long glances.

For I am a beggar by trade -
Musician by proxy.
A fellow neither blind nor lame -
My burden is boxy.

Soon enough the song is finished,
The hat still just as light.
Time to wind down my brass monkey-
Pack it up for the night.

Street organ slung low and silent.
Steam-carriage rattles by.
Tesla-coil lamps buzz to life.
I walk on with a sigh.

Squalor mingles free with splendor-
Industry does not care.
Machines rob us of our duties,
No one hears our soft prayer.

Oh, I used to be my own man -
Graced by honest toil,
Dwelling where it was green and bright,
Strong hands worked fertile soil.

Pub brims full of men discarded-
Factories run themselves.
Dead dreams draw me into the bar,
Eulogy from top-shelves.

Automatic bartender pours -
Fine suit over copper.
Cheap whiskey burns regret away…
Enter a lady proper.

Sun-spun ringlets don't belong,
Pale skin, red lips, swan throat.
Cog-driven hands clutched parasol,
Eyes from a Byron quote.

Play a happy song, dear fellow
Silken voice tickles me.
Her smile settled at the bar-
Left me nowhere to flee.

Lash-veiled gaze fell to the organ,
Then raised sunken spirit.
Skeletal steel fingers took mine,
Life regained its merit.

Evasive were answers given-
Our names did not matter.
My clockwork song stirs her false heart-
Tick-tock, Pitter-Patter

And the globe kept spinning
Tick-tock, Pitter-patter
A poem I've been working on for a contest here on DA. I used to compose poems back in college. It was good to knock the rust off with this exercise.
elphieofkiamoko Featured By Owner Jul 28, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
This is fantastic. =w= I'm jealous. I can't write poetry for the life of me.
eshutales Featured By Owner Jul 28, 2012
That is very kind of you to say, thank you!
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