Every day he came to tend to the machine,
stood watching its mysterious motions;
the cogs turning in locked synchrony;
the rods and pistons rhythmic push and pull;
the ratchets ratcheting; the flywheels flying.
Every day her carefully dripped oil
into the correct points and channels;
watched it ooze to the machine's heart;
watched it spread renewal to the actions.
And every day he wondered, "What is it all for?"