Orwell Poem by Gwilym Williams

Orwell



We seem to
getting there -
slowly and surely.

Consider my dog
Orwell -
man's best friend
today
computer-chipped
behind his ear
in front of my very nose
before my very eyes
with a chip
the size of a grain of rice

- no longer
able to go astray.

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