NEW BORN
Shuffling along at light speed
juggling air-traffic payrolls
and strict myriad duties
with inhuman precisions
the ultimate brainchild
now matured into remote
play of sovereign queen
a sanitized hive cortex wrap
is bored by brains’ dumb game
Your highness some curse you
and wish you a permanent
'down' and yet others believe
you're indispensable as veins
you sneer and tire of exercising
our muscles of a modern world
Somewhere in a sterile room
sensitivities incubate evolutions
in code lullabies of enth power
hums now a first machine offspring
of machines...speaking first words
Bye Bye
by Charles Eastland
(author - 'The Fire Poems')
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