Okay, folks, I've been prompted to put up my stuff from Creative Writing, and here's a rough-draft of a revision (because I'm not taking it any farther than that,) of the very first poem that I wrote for the class (which sucks and as such will not be posted. I'd delete it, but my prof won't let me.) I'm mostly looking for critique. Good parts? Bad parts? The whole thing sucked and I should never write poetry again? I'd like your thoughts, if you please.
Anyway, poem:
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A Timeline of Grey
[NAME REDACTED]
Break rocks. Dull and saddening.
Chipping, flaking. Learning and thriving.
Shaping, molding. Sweating and bleeding.
Sharp points. Hunting and surviving.
Hammers ringing sing the song of daily life.
Horseshoes, nails and blades are my fare.
Ash covers my arms, apron and face.
Again and again, this plain iron I repair.
Expressly empowered, endeavoring empirical.
Amazingly amiable, always appealing and affable.
Devilishly devious, devouring desperately disgraceful.
Glittering generously, generally governing greatly gullible.
Screams and lead fill the air as we march forward,
Smoke obscuring suppressive fire from the enemy.
Pressing on with steel in our hands and in our hearts,
May the last bullet of the last war be the one to kill me.
Machines sing praises to man as they churn out imperfection,
Millimeters here and there are good enough for some,
Robotics overwhelming the need for manual pursuit,
Unless humanity is a trait you wish to overcome.
Perhaps someday we will visit the stars,
Exploring worlds and galaxies in giant human flocks.
However more likely is that we will annihilate ourselves,
Those that survive will do so by breaking rocks.