New Born Poem by Charles Eastland

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')