Artificial

Andrew R. Duckworth

Artificial took us as slaves,
Entered our minds,
Looked pretty.
We gave up our faculties
For the new problem solvers,
Forgot what makes us human.
We saw the new creators craft-
Entered our minds,
Looked pretty.
We dropped pen and pencil,
Gave up paper,
Pursued the screen
And married her.
You can’t see the shackles
Unless you look closely.
You won’t feel the shackles
Until you feel deeply.
No rings were exchanged
At the ceremony,
Neither were mutual feelings,
Only an affectionate look
Towards a stoic, careless monster
With the intent of being our god.