Poem: "burning down the house to roast the pig."

by Jack Brummet

The machines began to turn in 1900
And we started down a path

To the dark at the end of the tunnel.
We are in it and watching it,

Pretending we're not in it,
And carefully observing

For the sake of others;
Writing it all down

For a dubious tomorrow.
We can't slow back down

And run twice as fast
To keep up.

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