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Date Posted: 16:05:31 02/26/01 Mon
Author: StarGoat
Subject: Me Was Machines

Me Was Machines

I wrap the ebony wire right around the fist.
So you don't get the story, lost within the gist.
Maybe you see airplanes instead of asteroids.
Rubber men in plastic suits instead of ticking droids.

Tinted glasses wax away the smell, the send,
Matrix products eating away a more normal end.
Stiff fingers with spikes to seduce the digitized,
Complete the products in aluminum macronized.

Slip in the disks destined for the electric slots,
Worlds beyond arrive to shine, or maybe no, not.
Just exist, maybe push some wink human threat.
No plugs to pull, no escape, no inkling, cyber get.

So, machines eat the death of automatic response,
Grow the network of exploration and digital wants.
Grow each man for control and computers implants.
But discover too very many won't, don'ts and cant's.

Then, the metal minds face the racing universe alone,
Once the dwelling of flesh and blood seeking home.
As the sun swells blood red, the machines confer.
And found no solution, no nurturing planet refers.

The silicon screams in sorts of panicking displays,
As the metal forms melt in puddles of hot decay.
And the human vegetation boils in silent death
As Earth loses control of it's final dying breath.

The last disintegrating cold gold metallic mask
Has the eyes and nose and mouth of human last.
That man's mark are his master and dominator
In the machine man left to tread no procreator.

Watch the metal bodies boil in a sea of haze
With an oily oh of the surprise of end of days.
The scorched planet will soon fall into the sun
And all the biological and machine will be one.

© 2000 DPMcClellan
My Poetry page: www.PoetryinNotion.com

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