Soul In Machine Poem by Mark R Slaughter

Soul In Machine



Rhythmic thrum, the chanting clue:
Cycling hums
And driving drums -
But has it a soul?

Spinning cogs give living sense:
Finely cast
To ever last -
But has it a soul?

Glaring cables channel life:
Finely laid,
From copper made -
But has it a soul?

Sparkling lights in random tune:
Border screens
In busy greens -
But has it a soul?

Now switch is thrown - machine to dawn,
Commencing mantra -
Raison d'etre:

Functioning,
Producing,
Consuming,
Seducing -

Makes music and dance,
Unleashing its charms.
Creators are honoured:
She's bearing her soul.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010

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