Jumping From Empty

The gears are squeaking, grinding, slowly,
slowly – the gears are crunching,
dust and debris between their teeth,
gagging on the thick air and
kept in place by the prod of batons –
the gears are rattling, shaking, slowly,
slowly – grime leaks out as they are beaten,
the foremen ignoring their foam at the mouth –
the gears are wailing, louder, longer,
faster – the gears are trembling against their guards
ready to leap,
even if they must land on concrete.

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