He liked the symmetry of the machine,
cartilage. Black well oiled joints,
yet. Clanking, clunking into a pre-determined slot.
Metallic grind crunching.
Sparks jazzing. Jumping.
Orange andS yellow.
Some move along the assembly lines
down along the wall with Swiss precision.
Moving and all grey ‘cept for the peacock plumage of the orange
metal yellow sparks metal against metal.
The beauty of the symmetry of precision of th
These machines have never seen the sunlight.