Wednesday, April 25, 2012

machine christ

by Peter Greene

illustrated by rhoda penmarq





machine christ


and i saw skies
filled with craft like
dragonfly buses, dozens of wings and
snake-like golden metal body full of 
seats and handrails:



i saw
the night full of eyes, some like fireflies in the street 
some in
and amongst the stars themselves:



i saw
future princelings sport in luxury
high above the city, and these only
the underlings of under kings:



those
who ruled this place were
generally unseen, except when they wanted to be.



There
were
fountains that flowed fresh forever, without murmur, there were
magical shops, and everyone
rode inside a machine, spoke to a machine,
locked



eyes with a machine and spent their time in 
teaching
what they could to the hidden intelligence 
now building itself:



then  the shining one   departed
told us
not to reproduce too much and that they would be
back to check on us, tuck 
us in before the next millennium: 



copyright Peter Greene 2012.






1 comment:

Dan Leo said...

Nice one!

(Somehow I think that T.S. Eliot never said, "Nice one!", but, you know...)