The snow goose had a swan song
She shook the timbers
She shivered the silver locks
Of the livers of foie gras it
Had yielded her husband and his figures
In the electrical margins
In the circuits of his fingers
And android sheep who creep across the fields at night
Not only has little Bo peep lost her job
She really got a crook in her neck straining
To try and spot any real sheep anymore
They were all artificial lambs to the slaughter
Plastic pigs, and rubber cows
Inflatable guinea fowl
But sheep once thought to be cotton wool clouds
Turned out to be microchipped
Ai generated
Fully self-automated lamb chops
Growing and feeding themselves
But who for?
For us?
Did we really need feeding
Were we worth it
Snowgoose thought to herself
As she flew high above them all
Looking down on creation
Well not so much creation
As replication, regeneration
In the model of human mould
After the flood,
After the sheep had left the fold
After bo peep had grown too bold and set them free
And eieio
Became aiai oh!?
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