The humming continues (POETRY)

This morning something was different
The cock did not crow, nor did the birds sing
Instead a mechanical humming held us in embrace

It was ringing in our heads and shaking did not help
We tried to trace it but could not place it
It hummed then burped to recover its rhyme

Helter and skelter neither here nor there could we find escape
The charge of the machine for the blood that fueled it
Alas we awoken but it was too late for the spell was broken

How soon did we forget for how long we stuttered
only two moons of solace and the machine revived
as its tamer resigns with humming overpowers us again

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