FAR FROM THEIR REACH

Foundling machines went missing for a while
As humanity emerged together in the present;
Never far from the things we name for each other
The aesthetic meaning is always between,
Far from the reach of the imposter engines.

The imagined machines of today claim truth
As humanity stumbles with the scale of speech:
The truths of our meaning making do not change
As our laughter and love echoes through time,
Far from the reach of the imposter machines.

David Scanlon – England – (1963 - )

Scanlon. D (2017) Poetry for business: fired by passion. The Foolish Poet Press, Wilmslow, England. FAR FROM THEIR REACH. Page Number 19.