piece of poem

A small piece of a poem I'm working on. I thought I might look for feedback on it

I sing my orders in electric song.
A thought, a mote of might, a must to limb
that carrys out my will.  The spark, my gong
commands submission so complete from him.
I send the edict: Now! The fist must clench!
With lightning speed every decree takes flight.
Results return as my request I quench.
I test the pathways seeing ends excite