Poem – INDUSTRIAL ZONE (By Joseph Cavera)

INDUSTRIAL ZONE (By Joseph Cavera)


Eight pieces click in consistent fashion,

The body, none the wiser

No freedom to smash in

The function of the creation

Which eases and tenses,

Drops and rises,

Its next move?

There are no surprises

The command decides its day

And its life, without guises

A narrow existence awaits

In the curious factory, for

This aggregate demands perfection