What reason for this mortal stand
Subroutine of Gaia's program
Organic work unit, consumer drone
Here or not the hive goes on,
Crafted from passion, violence or violation
Cupped in warm caring hands, or
Discarded to harden on the weathered road
Paths so varied and scenery foreign
Departure and destination points uniform.
What justifies the desire for grinding burden?
Locked into perpetuation no idea of purpose,
But view their sleeping frames
Watch them rise and gently fall
Hope lies germinated here,
Bonded by helplessness and total dependence
That melts away by trickle then deluge
To phase the replacement unit online,
Struggle and sacrifice develops capacity.
What reason for this parental pairing?
So easy to travel alone, take flight at will
Perhaps the pleasure of company
Is the only fleeting glimpse of certainty,
That self or wealth cannot provide
This journey ephemeral; carnival ride.
Everything on the favorite to win
But it breaks down and is destroyed.
Incessant toil's utopian promise
Bruised and crippled, devoured in decrepit light,
Shadow stalks a weary carcass
Silos sing of harvest boon
Stubble sighs from fallow field
Low sun leaves remorseless
Draining breath from a spartan room
Decommissioned antique, deactivated.
Faces gain solace from anticipated disbelief,
Tune of a song no longer sung.
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