wheel clutched, hands steer, <br />metallic mass, synthetic spear, <br />a form unknown in history’s past, <br />minds burn brighter, future cast. <br />heartbeat lessened to a hum, <br />sparking life, replacing run. <br />chariots of our current age, <br />ancestors magic: reduced, now stale.<br /><br />Christopher Withers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/synthetic-spear/