A shadow has fallen

Over the old Earth

Traces of civilization

Lines of power and poison

It's everywhere

Turn the wrong way

And it falls on you from behind

Machine has no thought

Of its own

But remakes tirelessly

The world in its own image

It has a life of it own

Sucking life and precious juice

From everything and everyone

Ten thousand years in its favor

Not much longer now

Before everything is lost

And only Machine is left

Pages, words and graphics Amos Keppler 1996