Zine Fragment 071: “Engines Like Cathedral Bells”

When the chrome throats open, the city listens.
Engines rising from idle to a holy scream,
shaking the glass in high-rise windows,
making even the pigeons pause mid-flight.
The Saints ride not for arrival,
but for the ringing—
that pure, mechanical hymn that
turns streets into processions
and shadows into witnesses.
Some hear noise.
Others hear warning.
But the few who truly listen?
They hear freedom tolling.