IT

"We have achieved electric life,"
	the newsman said;
"It walks, it talks, it sees at night
	with infrared!
Ten years of work with wrench and knife
	(the surgeon's kind)
to balance meat and metal right,
	and make its mind."

This talk went on and brought to me
	a certain sense 
of doom, that through the news that night
	grew more intense.
Now passing years have let me see
	there is no threat-
it has no bark, it has no bite-
	it doesn't sweat.

It met the President and Pope;
	it took a wife.
It's manufactured widely for
	the better life.
Its presence gives us all new hope;
	it eats our crumbs-
as we ignore the unrest in
	the robo-slums.

-W. Gregory Stewart

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