Functionalism Versus Poetry

For me these machines Stand for normalisation; Functionality; The death of the magical. They just plod along In their monotonous ways; Tried and tested, yet They don't soar like the angels. Soon, no doubt, they will Be replaced by ' better' ones, As metallic grey Turns red with rust. These machines Are here today and Forgotten tomorrow. I'm More interested in Poetry's obscure purpose: How suns and moons turn To pure gold in the mind's eye; How certain moments And memories linger like Spectres at twilight. How the seeds of strange notions Grow into wild and Beautiful, blazing flowers.