Turbine

Modernity crouched, constrained, 
the superheated pressure at its heart 
encased against itself to further power; 

Created in a symbol of the New, the turbine hummed, 
its power haunched to overcome resistance 
until it whispered into life… 

A mill-wheel of the giants, spinning under sight – 
its screams have spawned across the world, 
gorging on our hunger turned to greed 

While we trust in calculation, to be 
spared the whisker of vibration: 
a flaw that could not fail to kill us all.