The Mechanic

The Mechanic

He has hidden his demise from the ignorant for years. Lashing out his arrogance against a canvas of fire. Spewing his desire through teeth of mirrors, beneath a cloven tongue of smoke. He Feeds from the breasts of the innocent, and touches them in private places.
The confounded faces reflected in his teeth, gag on their bile and struggle to breathe. Their stench permeates the air, watering my eyes. The hopeless cries of the accused leave me uncomfortably cold.
A wire that’s hooked through their jaw and fused to their conscience, is coiled through a machine that has just been refurbished. Tonight the filth of the world is collected and categorized. How pathetic it is, watching them put up a fight.
As the machine starts to recoil, reeling them in. They thresh and scream and brutal their flesh, in a futile attempt to disconnect. But it’s too late; this deal has been made centuries ago. They had their choice, now it’s time to collect a debt.
In the reflecting chrome you can see the mechanic, just beneath the hydraulics, freshly shaven with perfect mirror teeth.