Deus Ex Machina

This new, if temporary, symbiosis of yours:
Flesh tubes interface plastic,
Tissue and metal in a cooperative venture;
Hard pumps cycle together with soft,
Circuits loop rhythmically,
Organic to automatic,
The blood moving through it's pipes;
Oxygen in, CO2 out;
Chemical messengers humming,
Busy on their rounds;
Milk digested, nutrients delivered,
The rib cage accordion holding it's meter.

And your new mode of expression:
Shifting numbers, quivering dials,
Bouncing, pulsing lights;
A cacophony of beeps and dings,
Clicks and pings, trills and bleats:
A room full of mechanical crickets,
Sheep, and salvation army santas;
While from the corner of the crib,
The stuffed bear, tiger, and clown
Look on, mute and unconcerned.

David W. Aronson