Cogs turning and engine thrumming Thick skull churning and body pulsing Finally you have awoken You machine body You falsified being. Metallic skin And metronome heartbeat Keep on whirring Keep on churning You animated thing. You are nothing But the crafted muse of your maker A perfect engine operated to never fail To never falter in your step. So jump for me Clap for me It is only by command that you act An obedient silver stature Born of springs and coils. Authors note: i think the metaphor is something like ‘the body is a machine’