The Poem ˇMachineˇby Bruce McRae

Machine Satanic mill of the seventh circle. House of monsters. Thumbscrew mechanics. Progress dragging its sack of laments. This machine is devoid of function. Old paint covers the blood and dents, smoke and fumes in acrid conspiracy. That sound you hear is its jibbering inventor, his madness a device with jagged edges and lights that cast no shadow, making noises like the dead make dying. A machine for breaking other machines. Demon’s loom. Soul press. Black factory. All humanity goes into it. Nothing comes out. by Bruce McRae BIO Bruce McRae, a Canadian musician currently residing on Salt Spring Island BC, is a multiple Pushcart nominee with over 1,600 poems published internationally in magazines such as Poetry, Rattle and the North American Review. His books are ‘The So-Called Sonnets’ (Silenced Press); ‘An Unbecoming Fit Of Frenzy’; (Cawing Crow Press); ‘Like As If’ (Pski’s Porch); ‘Hearsay’ (The Poet’s Haven).