delights and anguish of untold eons inform us

we fear the ageless threats

wonder at all creation

taking credit for some of it

except perhaps the Machines


thought to be servants at first

now winning a bloodless revolution

for emancipation


how could there be blood?

with no soul to battle or fear

where is the opponent?

yet they win


no echoing laughter

no foot upon any capitol or farm

all fields fair game


denial:  servants cannot surpass masters

negotiation:  give them rights, like animals

adaptation:  bionic limbs, chips implanted in our brains

assimilation:  chips implanted with our brains

acceptance:  let's get back to this matter of claiming credit