Turbines

They're spinning now, back where we work,
Supplying needs we've built for them.
Not asking why, they never shirk,
Producing with each RPM.

When one is flawed our needs must change;
Each one can ne'er supply them all.
(We've built our needs too wide a range)
Our spinners won't allow our fall!

"I hear a noise," oh God, "don't fall."
The watch has found a spinner's flaw!
"We'll nurse it back," but what a pall
This failure laid on our first law.

We are the masters, not the tools.
We draw our fate, and not those fools.
We build them so they'll do our bidding.
We fear they'll quit, so who're we kidding.