Poetry Unraveled

Human Factory

A mapped out structure strong as a building.
A porous fleshy sheath drapes the foundation.
Run by a machine fabricated with tissue.
Pipes run throughout and are filled with a scarlet liquid that gives life.
A central object sits in a control room locked away from those who seek access.
Multiple, functioning workers labor away every minute to make the project flawless.
An army of brave soldiers take up arms and fight off the enemies that wish to cripple the infrastructure.
An assembly line of organisms working together to hold down the fort and withstand the blows of the outside world.
Some days the factory is invincible, standing tall and unscathed.
Some days the atmosphere reeks of dingy defeat and the aftermath of a battle gone sour proves a challenge to tidy up.
A current of sickness and worry washes over the workers as a pillar in the building fractures and begins to crumble.
The walls begin to quiver.
The windows below the control room leak and water drips down the outside of the structure.
The workers pull together and patch the cracks.
The building begins to find its' strength and muster its' courage.
The body.
A human factory.
Where the brain is in command and the cells are in demand.
A work of pure magic.