Tuesday, June 06, 2006

The Oracle

They make oracles in the darkness:
Shattered chains of flesh and bone
Pinned to machines, the modern cages
Sucking out dreams with drugs.

Voices demand stock predictions,
Tabloid news, times of birth and death --
Demands a welcome respite from
Machines beeping life sighs and signs.

Of those who wait for a seeing
Few see anything beyond a tool --
The chaining of oracles is an old thing,
Faint hope that fate can be bound.

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