machines rumbling


i can hear machines rumbling

in the night & the gnashing

of cold metal teeth in the dark


in the cold, the metal screams

crunching gravel, bones, & ice


when there is no wind, blowing,

their cries ring, shrill, against

cracked frosted window panes


there is no escaping, & i sit,

waiting, & take another drink



- Sheldon Birnie