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