Machinisation

 Machinisation

"My rusty back comes with wise age.""

declared the cog,

to the young boy with a sponge

and a bucket of soap.

His spiky edges became sharper:

ready to defend its identity.

The young man unheard the cog:

continued with his mission.

What is a rusty cog;

un-functioning; no longer useful to humanity?

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