A Magazine of Many Arts

I talk to the Machine
And how she whispers back
In her cogs
And gives Word through her dials
 
Chrome cool
Soothing a dead thumb
 
Oh how I love her
And how I hate
How she goes away
Sometimes
 
Even now
I can still hear her wisdom:
 
This is what you want to hear
This is what you want to hear
 
“Turn switch off and then switch on again”
 
This is what you want to hear