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This is part of a collection of poems accompanied by an AI generated illustration as a response to those poems. In the collection, “A Super Collider of Zigs and Zags” by Brendon Behlke, each poem was submitted as a prompt to an AI art generator and produced the artwork on display. To view them the way ancient peoples would have viewed them, you can order a copy of the entire collection, over 100 poems and art pieces, releasing on November 18th 2023 here: https://www.fontainehousepublishing.com/product-page/a-super-collider-of-zigs-and-zags-by-brendon-behlke

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A quick flip of the wrist,
metal spins until it can’t
in violent protest.
Send the hand back again,
the same blur reversed,
the same violent end.

An opening is made,
the way paved in rubber;
for the pummeling of power,
the ghost of distraught horses
now set to pull cages
on metal that spins
until it can’t.

In the summer of 98
at 4 am or thereabouts
I snapped the bar in half.
The drill press didn’t run for two days.