waked by mother jones
entombed on a sign post
faced to national guard posts
back against the combined might
of the Pentecostal awakening
broken by the sea of automated engines
selling their gooey insides to
the lowest bidder
balanced on one iron leg she stands
CHAMPION OF LABOR
a block away the US army
barricades itself inside
protecting the most important
AMERICAN ASSET
its PRECIOUS WALLS
its PRECIOUS SOUL
she is unaware of the years slowly eroded
or the yellow grass beneath her
the doldrums of Mays forgotten
half lit on radiator screens
brushed over by calloused finger
she was once MOTHER of ALL
the sad chain gang of FLESH MACHINES
bred in factories
worked in conveyor belt fields
dreaming fabulous MECHANICAL dreams.
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