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