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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