The floor is lined with well-oiled machines.
They are gleaming models,
producing perfect products.
They hum, whir, purr.
They are lustrous, polished instruments
with safety valves releasing steam,
and automatic shut-offs.
They are controlled and efficient.
But one machine is not like the rest.
A single rusty clunker,
worn out, broken down, wearing thin.
It screeches, bangs, clanks.
Gauges tarnished, valves corroded, sealed stuck,
it is unreliable and dangerous.
It will cough out mangled wares
’til its inevitable collapse.