Production Line Sonnet
A Poem By Tom Shaw
Churn them out and turn them in for we need to sell en-masse. Weld their joints and sand the points, bring out lustre from the brass. Tighter tension in the springs keeps them rigid - keeps them fit for the work they're destined for, and so that our target's hit. Once the people fit the mould, excess trimmed and engineered to crave anything we may make, then our profit margin's cleared. Turn them in and churn them out! Turn them in and churn them out!
Production Line Sonnet - A Poem by Tom Shaw
Music: ROZKOL - I Can Make The Pieces Fit
I originally wrote this poem as part of NaPoWriMo, which
brought to Substack. This version is slightly tweaked to ensure the meter is consistent throughout the poem - just like the products of a factory line. It also found itself a home in my book “From A Dying Empire Near You”, which you can get below.Feel free to use the image version of the poem below to share this piece on social media, or get it as a framed print from my shop:
Thank you for taking the time to read this piece. I hope it sparked something within you.
With gratitude,
Tom
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Is the price of production humanity?
For goodness sake.
Oh for Ford's Goodness
vs
Oh My Goodness
After bruising my feeble brain with this new thought (new to me), I got some help from my heart of hearts
(il cor/η καρδιά).
And I borrowed ideas from Iain McGilchrist.
I think that an individual's noble loving of evil doers demonstrates the human potential of redemption in the face of an apparent yin yang karmic symmetry, which reveals asymmetry, since love's goodness can uniquely embrace hatred's evil.
How wonderful.
Good may conquer evil, not by eliminating it but by embracing and absorbing it. Good can embrace evil, love can embrace hate, in ways that evil cannot embrace good and hate, no matter how strong, cannot embrace love.
mark spark
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