when heat lamps die

<p><span style="background-color: transparent;">I didn’t know when things</span></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">stopped being warm</span></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">or when the aluminum rollers</span></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">failed to turn the burden they carried</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">or understand what the failure</span></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">of their nourishment meant</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">just that they weren’t what they used to be</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">and when their fingers</span></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">punctured the reconstituted parts</span></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">tasked with awarding diminishing pleasure</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">they felt less too</span></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">in the unfamiliar temperature</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">but things kept birthing from holes</span></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">and teeth sought other teeth</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">and a morsel to muffle the sound</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">afforded a silence</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">that made us indifferent</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">to dying bulbs</span></p>