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by the year 2435
by Charlie Morgan i offer padding for the easily-bruised;
dress them in their mail and armour,
clang-sounds are more oft times heard
for the fears of helpfulness, melting
away from friends, family; all rather
tiring on the nerves at any time.
some are traveling to forever,
others only the end of Dreamville.
switch is in off position.
object deemed: Harmless.
CAUTION:
please do not touch 09/16/2008 Posted on 09/16/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 09/16/08 at 09:17 PM Vedddddddy inta-esting. |
| Posted by Keith McFarlane on 09/17/08 at 07:28 AM I can sink my teeth into this in its brevity -- I think there's one of my faves in there someplace, the machine-as-man, thinking or maybe not. Our ultimate caretakers, maybe the Merrimacs of our (if you can call it) survival on the accelerating rivers of our future -- for these folks, maybe drowning would be best. Cool stuff eh! |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 09/17/08 at 04:25 PM Isolation....fear...hopefully we can do better and create a future where we actually are IN TOUCH...I find your piece here thought-provoking and am sending it into my faves for further contemplation. MFS |
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