Landscape with Machines
by Steve Luttrell
Machines are our companions
where we’re going
machines are our companions
all stainless in their
steely skin
cold, and so
conclusive in their sadness
already we are not alone
Machines are our companions
in an age of information
all clockwork, inconspicuous
machines are our companions
in a landscape like no other
Machines become our witness
as we’re going
Machines become our witness
and Machines will keep
our history, after all