Movements ever so patiently, not rushing
Not pushing, just swiftly making their way to…
The top, bottom, sideways…who knows where to!?!?
Pots full of magma concoction become….nameless
Fugaciously resting forever in peace
Mortal beings, toiling day and night
Razor blades cutting through nature
To create quiet smiles
Yet all you see are dry tears of fallen dust
Zzzz zzzz zzzzzzzzz
As razors, without remorse, cut stones
Crushing them shamelessly……oh!
No application form submitted, no discussion, nothing
Unceremoniously arriving, no appointment
Regardless of nature’s plans, no respect