The Belldog

Most of the day We were at the machinery In the dark sheds That the seasons ignore I held the levers That guided the signals to the radio But the words I receive Random code, broken fragments from before Out in the trees My reason deserting me All the dark stars Cluster over the bay Then in a certain moment I lose control And at last I am part of the machinery (Where are you?) And the light disappears As the world makes its circle through the sky