A call against the machine generations to come:
I saw the future,
unearthed to me by tunnel vision.
I can’t see straight as it is,
vertigo shifted my thoughts to machines.
Bound and gagged
I watched the pulleys and screws,
talk to each other in other tongues.
I felt cheap.
spilled out of me
as easily as the peace movement,
Cut Angel -
I saw lives to be lost,
minds and bodies,
their performance was no longer efficient.
Body bags in the snow,
outside of apartment buildings,
homes where flesh,
lived and gave breath
to help someone somewhere, I hope.
I will be happy now though,
to sit on the floor,
and write this on a computer.
Technology has its benefits indeed.
I will not wake up
and find a machine,
sleeping next to me in bed,
I will protest that.
I would rather fight with a being,
than sleep with a machine.
A little work should be involved in life,
and love as well, we could imagine.