Mechanical Hound

Howl, howl, the mechanical hounds,
The stake tied to the ground.
Dust dancing on the rust, commend all around.

Nurture monopolizes,Mixing inbreed and breed.
Wheels on the stack,
Whet the will till it wounds.
The paradigm shifts,
Along with it, the protagonist
Perched on a pedestal.

The blue surrounds and I see a world like lead,
With it, pastels, black, and red.
A galvanized graveyard.

Nature overwhelmed!
Severed at the base.
The oddity stands; gives no shelter.
Nature is on leverage.