Terrible Machine

Terrible machine
Of metal made and blood shed
To which a new gear is fastened.
Spin, spin among the perfunctory.
Teeth between teeth
Set forth the rusty and torpid fractions
Of the whole.
Cacophony, disquietude,
An utterly awful grinding percolates
Through the miniscule space between the linkage.
To what avail?
For noisy gears’ grinding can be replaced
With a new gear and a new fresh face.