the machines that kill us

are fascinating

fascinated with us

they sniff us on the wire

they look at us

and into us

as if we had souls

they would search out our souls

as if we had souls

they would winkle them

out of our shells

our souls

our allegiances and

hidden temptations

would appear

as hot spots

while the machines

pretended to

mind their own business

and mend our broken bones

and swollen organs

but they would

hold them against us

i bet they think we're funny