Body only, if so, the soul has been hacked,
What am I but a wired-up robot?
With actions and responses preprogrammed,
Predictable? pushed out in a row boat,
Down a straight, concrete lined channel
Used to irrigate trees of oranges,
I raise the oar that wets my sleeve of flannel,
My watch strikes noon and I pray the Angelus.
Gary Edward Geraci
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