Cybernetic Meadow

Cybernetic Meadow

Consider, soonest, 

a meadow machined:

beasts, iron looms

in digital peace, programming. 

Clear water kisses sky.

Dream, now —

a forest soldered with circuitry,

pines interweaved with copper threads,

deer by the cool hum of data-flowers.

Dream,

of wired ecology,

labor lost,

flesh rejoined with soil and fur,

kin under the silent gaze

of machinery’s loving grace.