Have you noticed how the news has stopped
referring to nations as nations? Nations,
instead, are now named economies, and ranked.
We fall asleep in screen-cast light. We stir,
reluctant, when the sun double-taps us.
Statistics and GDP slather our eyes as hiber-
nation sets in. There it enters us—osmosed
through the membrane-body to our hearts.
Our arteries constrict with worry over occupations
snuffed by export tele-commutes. New industry
promises. We can’t shake belief that manpower and labor
force still share a body. The horse knows this
is not true, that we will soon gauge droids, their work,
the same as we rate motors, except we will be the forgotten
beasts of measure. __________-power. The torque
from turbines that animate processors crammed with 1s
and 0s. The distance between data and dollar rendered
nil. What need is the negotiated work day or week
to the drone that is each product and bearer
of product and consumer (we drones) of product
—that palliation of becoming alien to our work?