Futurist
by Gary Hardaway
What will become
of the resource-sucking poor
as men who can afford to
buy the brains to conceive
and develop ever smarter
and independent machines
to man the jobsites and factories,
the farms and ranches,
middling offices, and movie studios?
Will the newly useless
aggregate in cities
time and cleverness abandon
and relearn the skills
only dedicated hands
can master-- of knot
and loom, plow
and seed mound,
snare and arrow?
Or will they simply starve
and wither with diseases
crowded despair engenders?
Well done, tough topic. It's the reason large parts of the Midwest are starving.
Even in office space: We're always asked to sample self-run editing programs, then review them. None are intuitive enough to do a decent job. Yet.
I wonder, too. "Newly useless" and the lines about loom and plow stood out for me.
"and relearn the skills
only dedicated hands
can master-- of knot
and loom, plow
and seed mound,
snare and arrow?"
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American society reminds me of those cults that love you & tell you how special you are until they've squeezed your bank account dry, then kick you to the curb with nothing.
Very hard to do social commentary without falling into strident rant & artlessness. You pull it off with fine poetic skill & moving social observation. More voices like this might make the tea bags less of a futurist forthcoming!
I second what Ed said. *
Do I hear the sound of tumbrels, see the gleam of pitchforks? *
What Jake said. The Zombie Apocalypse. Seriously, your poems are like notes from the precipice.*
"diseases / crowded despair engenders"
Wonderful phrase!
I'd like to read that poem too!