Body black with the soot that pours from
Chimneys, gears grinding away as the
Great beast rakes the ground with claws, dragging
It’s body towards Bethlehem
But does it have to be this way?
Must a beast slouch? Must a body crawl?
Couldn’t it be made to walk, to run?
Why is it dead things that fuel it?
Imagine this great engine better
A colossus crossing new lands
Not because they said it couldn’t be done
But because standing tall is worthy in itself