OngoingFor Alex Karnes
Valves and gears
Through the years
I hear weeping.
With a grave
Too late to save.
Search and study,
Road gets muddy,
Time’s dull knife…
Is there life?
Did it die?
Things to try…
Oily air in place of steam,
Sudden movement, then a scream.
Tortured metal, cloud of dust...
Enough remains beneath the rust.
This one is not quite past saving,
Oil soaks around engraving.
Time for torches, need for grinding…
Challenges await my finding.
It shall live. We work, now driven.
New bolts join what time has riven.
Pistons can move without groaning,
Valves respond to careful honing.
There is motion, there is strength,
Function now maintained at length…
Age vanquished by craft of men.
Now my quest begins again.