For the twenty-second day of National Poetry Month, I have a poem about steam engines. As I mentioned before, Fedran is on the cusp of two great ages: the descent of magic and the rise of machines. This is going to be an interesting time to say the least, but it is at a point where cars and trains are new and interesting to most people.

Pumps and Gears

Fire roaring mutely
Metal groaning with pressure
Black smoke chugging
Boiler hissing steam
Gears squeaking in rhythm
Piston driving endlessly
Wheels turning forever