My Pump

Churning, turning
Up and down
Fluttering within his
Calcium cage

Steady waterwheel
Lovely servant
Mill life
Through my being

Always a worker
Never to rest
You seem enslaved
Into my servitude

Dear reader
Silly reader
You only see
Our public lie
Of a servant beaten torn
Struggling with life

Crumple your brow
Purse your lips
And see the truth beneath
The truest of true friends are we
My faithful pump and I





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