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Vineyards Of The Machine

By Michael Cunliffe

The Machine does not care about you.
You are small fruit hanging
amid a sea of vines
in a vineyard the Machine knows
will wither in Autumn.
The Machine will not put an arm around you.
The Machine will try to fool you
into thinking it cares,
and the moment you are fooled
you fall, and begin the transformation
into withered fruit,
old and stale and small,
fermenting on the vineyard floor,
transforming into compost
for the soil of a vineyard
the Machine will dig up
and entirely replant
next Springtime.
Do not be fooled,
the Machine does not care
about this process
or you.

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