Factories leap on the live grenade of industrialism to save their buddies, us. Factories wander away in a blizzard because they've become a burden on the tribe. Factories give themselves to be crucified so all who believe in them can relax forever. Factories immolate themselves on the work-ethic's funeral pyre. Factories have to be cut off below the knee to save the leg.
Factories serenely cease to be after drinking cups of hemlock surrounded by philosophers.
Factories help workers get into lifeboats and then nobly go down with the ship. Factories find work so meaningless they dream of being torn down even before they're built. Factories pull out their life-support system on their own and are discovered dead by the nurse. Garlanded with flowers, factories ascend the pyramid at dawn to have their machines torn out held up dripping grease to the Sun. Published by Woodland Pattern Book Center Return to Light and Dust Poets.