O man-made machine who fakes man as Thing and Foresaker, the rope
shipped around our neck of the woods, Come to enslave us
to our owned hours, O body become Bot.
O Smart Phone, who flames from the mouth if a screen, waiting in the
pockets, lights in the mall’s smallest darkness, Come, recognize
O keyboard O Facebook, and Social Media and WWW, whose ever-
widening “Buyer!” has been let loose and pawned the words:
Come, and bring forth “Friend”, let us bow together before your
O keyboard and clicker of the Digital Age, who can recognize my face
from among the masses and hunt me down and destroy me from
any remote location: Come, come and watch over us.
O biotech implant, over become lover, O biotech Virus of Neural
Plaquing, how skull no longer offers isolation.
O Predator Drone, O Hummingbird Drone, O Bee Drone Swarm how
hovers: Come, and, let us watch a man-made machine unmake a
man unto forsaken thing, Come into the classrooms of our youth
and hear how we laugh.
O robotic nurse, who can sing, who can dance, who stands ready with
outstretched metal rubber- encased arms and movement-tracking
tearless eyes before our bodily suffering she shall not waver:
Come and deliver into their beds our soft bodies, pliable babies, into your arms,
into your arms, into your arms, forever more