What is next?

What is next?

Resolute

Hard and durable as granite cliffs
Simple to the eye, yet fascinating to scientist
The staple of adventure and expansion
The spike that held rail lines for massive trains

You were produced en masse,
installed with practice, fast.
If you had a flaw, you were discarded,
Useless.
The integrity of infrastructure rested in your hands.
Driven into hard stone that rivaled your own,
Set down not five meters from your clone.

Holding in place is your job and any change in location is scorned.
Expected to be perfect once cooled on the day you were born.
Your resolution is unquestionable; your disposability regrettable.
Unrecognized until observed imperfect.

You last.

David Horton