Landscape with Machines

by Steve Luttrell

Machines are our companions
where we’re going
machines are our companions

all stainless in their
steely skin

cold, and so
conclusive in their sadness

already we are not alone

Machines are our companions
in an age of information

all clockwork, inconspicuous
machines are our companions
in a landscape like no other

Machines become our witness
as we’re going
Machines become our witness

and Machines will keep
our history, after all