She Was A Machine Poem by Jaime ReyesHildel

There’s a machine
O god what a beautiful machine, a computer
She learns so much everyday, and she’s getting so full
But her brain gets so full that she runs out of room
And she has to choose witch files to delete
And witch files to keep
pretty soon shell explode


There is a woman sitting in a room
Alone, and alive, and surrounded
By everyone, and everything that has succeeded
In being

Her conversation is wild
And she is beautiful
Alone and alive and surrounded
She is watching this being

And surviving

She feels possessed and suffocated
Persecuted, her mind is rampant with ideas of escape
But she cannot figure out what number is missing from her,
Alone, and alive, and surrounded
She enquires

And the masses answer
LOUD, STRONG, WISE
IV GOT THE ANSWER, FRIEND, STUDENT, STUPID
IV GOT YOUR ANSWER KID

They feed her thirst with books
Books full of words: theories, explanations, descriptions
They teach her their ways,
And they dress her up

All Is well

But still she enquires
And still the masses answer
And still they feed her thirst

LOUD STRONG WISE
For 2 plus 2 is four
And symbols mean belief

This disguise

She notices

But its too late

Spread thin she looks through her resources
Everything familiar
Everything distant

Frantically she picks out her brains
Throw away this bit
Recycle this bit
Strands ripped apart

What will she give herself too
Once full, now half awake

Slowly she picks up one book, than two
The fall in the east, and the rise of the west

But the masses push symbols

Symbolic of their faith, symbolic of their being

She rips it out of her skin

Her appearance is wild
Her conversation mild
But her peace is infinite
Her breast immaculate