capitalism

Oh, industry.
ever onward
to the money
to the money
to the ever-dwindling bank account
the copper and the coinage
the machine
the gear
the switch
on off
on off
on
always on
pushing
pressing
grinding
crushing the few who volunteer
to sacrifice their souls to the turning
the cog and the wheel
to the hilt
to the top
to the hill
to the tree
to cut it down and build up past the sky
all of it piled high
so carefully
always a heartbeat away from crumbling down
built up on a foundation of melted pennies
and broken bones.
Oh, industry.