Resistor
The electricity in the air.
Turbines and pistons moving in simple harmony.
Twirling and twirling at a flip of a switch.
Making parts and pieces of every size.
Until the buzzing and burning stops.
The blood of the machines sizes in its veins.
No more grinding.
No more milling.
No more printing.
Man has come to his last leg.
For electricity was his crutch.
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