We will replace ourselves first –
garments woven by needle-fingered pulleys,
mechanisms to fix, rethread, cut, pack,
ship out – to nowhere, to no one –
and we will replace others, too,
forge small and curious snails,
metal and silicon,
to scout the sea-floor, to visit far-flung worlds,
and beasts of wire, birds of foam,
they will dance in mimicry of nature,
mimicry and mockery –
how long will it take
for newborns to forget they should have
fathers, mothers,
how long will it take
for an economy to regrow its wings
and ascend to heaven?

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