Earth, Man and the Machine
We have lost ourselves unfortunately,
among the machines,
groping as blind animals in dusky
forest after old trails
and well known places.
It was written long ago
that this should be so.
And before it was written,
when man first stood
upright and huddled
his first fire,
and first picked a rock
to throw at a rabbit,
it was apparent
that the rock should overtake the man
and he should crouch in fear of it,
mathematically certain
he’d be hit if he ran.