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.