Machinisation

Machinisation

"My rusty back comes with wise age!""

Declared the cog.

To the young man with a sponge

And a bucket of soap.

Its edges became sharper:

Ready to defend its identity.

What is a rusty cog: not useful to machines,

Unfunctioning, no longer useful to humanity?

Is it still a cog?

The young man unheard the cog.

Continued with his mission.

The cog changed colour:

It was no longer the colour of rust

But crimson.

"You will not take away my identity!"

It asserted,

Missing the irony.

The young man splashed

more soap

on the cog.

The cog shook the soap

Off its back,

Leaped into the young man's hand

Ripping through his palm,

"This is the price you pay!

For ignoring my plea!"

He said triumphantly.

Yasemin Balandi