Going Through the Motions

going through the motions
is being a mechanical
toy singing blind and
stuttering as the metal
winces and sticks - I am
misplaced, thrust down by
Fate and Death - the
sting of life bites
deep and I fall, I arn
fallow and silent before
life's plough - I am
the broken earth, the
turf in disarray - I
know  nothing now, my  metal
hands hold no life yet
the molecules in my
cold and hollow body collide
unite, divide, move
of their own accord and such
mechanistic movement
by itself
keeps me alive
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