We are the machine-men.
We are the men who build walls and then
Hide behind them.
We are the men who box ourselves in.
We are the hidden men, the lost men.
Our flesh is willing but our spirit is weak.
We no longer seek
The ends of the earth,
Or immortality.
We are the sleeping men who do not dream.
We are the dead men who do not seem
To know it.
We are the machine-men.