Cold metal rise from the deep
Servos moan to life
Explosions propel our death
Shrieking fire castrates my voice
Man’s dusk has come
– F H Hakansson
Mechanical Failures
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Cold metal rise from the deep
Servos moan to life
Explosions propel our death
Shrieking fire castrates my voice
Man’s dusk has come
– F H Hakansson
F. H. Hakansson 
I had to read this a couple of times before coming to the conclusion that it’s a very dystopian poem …
Yes, it is indeed 🙂
I like the rhythm here. I found myself stressing the first words of each line, thus making those words the center of attention in the poem: cold, servos, explosion, shrieking, man. I agree with Eliza, very dystopian indeed.
That’s a good observation! Didn’t think about that when I wrote it. I often write dystopian prose so it was quite fun for me to write a poem like this, even if the horror of the post-apocalyptic is not as apparent in a poem as in prose.
A dark vision.
Let’s hope it never comes to be.