the machine moves steadily,
cleaning up all debris in its path,
leaving us vacant and barren
of all life sustaining thoughts;
we cry out for mercy butnothing arrives in the mail
and we pray for forgiveness but
no phones ring in our homes
and we wonder why this is;
up and down our mental hallways,
a new power enlists our souls to action
and we rally around the idea of it
because we can and receive
the wrath of good news and cheer;
our salvation arrives and we are
away from it all when we see both
machines collaborating and wonder
why our lives are so complicated.
4Dec16
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