Perpetual Pistons
Pistons pumping, churning until the very end
until the light of life goes out around the bend
supple pistons of elastic steel and brute force
but vulnerable to the elements along its course
until the morning no longer lifts up the sun
and pushes it across the sky on its daily run
as the heart keeps pumping until it’s time to stop
as the creator designed the life-span from the top
when the womb was the primal home of life
as the pistons formed and began their steady drive
and life became a river of continuous flowing
and the skin could feel the north wind blowing
and the blood ran through the corporal portals
and mortality began its majestic processionals
overseen by our immortal designer and creator
with the power invested as a competent curator
to keep the perpetual pistons in constant motion
our Doctor God with his stethoscope and potion
til the white wings of death come to take him away
to his immortal paradise where he will come to stay
God bless his soul
