Machinery IV

Equals: there have never been.
Peers: she hasn't any.
She is made: incredible, indelible pieces of
a great machinery.
As a whole, she is immortality; or at least as lasting
as the sun;
long enough for anyone.

As a woman, as a child, as a beggar, as a liar
inflamed, consumed or pacified
there hasn't passed a single treasure
one who has burned brighter
fell farther, flew faster, or caused more damage
or deeper craters when she landed.

And what makes me hold my head so low
is there will never be another.

So, what blind and stupid world would want her?

What seeing world could do without?