A robot wears a t-shirt:
[ I put the “man” in manufacturing ]
the living, teaming wreckage
of a homeless shanty—the keepers, undulating
like a carpet of snakes in the background
self-driven automobiles racing
above all, on the overpass, our roof
throats low the ambient hum of
the existers lullaby
the tool-master’s dilemma is
a careless construct between
what were thought to be bookends
birth before, and death after
—as a cotton seed sprouts, unconvincingly
on the surface of a rolling doughnut
—as a cotton seed sprouts, unconvincingly
on the surface of the moooon
-:-
(with nods to the venerable Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five)
