Turning to Straw

Having passed the point of productiveness,
the little cog can no longer offer herself as grain
but chaff--
a reed floating to entice the grasp of a drowning man.


Yeah, a little esoteric. Look up the origin of "grasping at straws" if you want to better understand the inspiration behind this one.

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