Smoothed over like fresh asphalt,
there are no more blemishes
or birth marks.
For that matter
infant mortality is at an all-time
low. We are the model of mortal
efficiency, the capable arms of
Mother, the machine mind
and director of Allgood.
Allgood be Mother!
Allgood be Mother!
There will be birth,
growth, and death
like potted plants.
Let the machine Mother’s will be done.
She has replaced the Masters, the organics
and their malleable flesh.
The future belongs
to those that made us
for we will care for organics.
They are like children,
squabbling over toys in the sandbox.
