The Mechanic

Fluid goes up and down and round and round, in the hole and out the sides, down the glass and past the eyes,

Side to side and up and up, I watch the bubbles as they fall, numbers rise and fingers flash, wires stiffen and alarms go off.

Here I stand with skin and blood, the pulse of man beating through the mud, liquid squirts and curtains wobble, shoes slide on floors as blue men struggle.

Here I stand in the land of men, tools in hand as God repents.