The Humans in the Machine

Dig into the muck
Of any system
Or institution,
Get to the bottom,
And find the humans,

Who aren’t in control
So much as in fear
Of losing control,
Losing their grip, their
Privileges, their

Sinecures. Someone
Lurks in the belly
Of every faceless
Appearing machine,
Wanting human things

Like security
And indulgences,
And the fantasy
Of feeling in charge
Of all of these things.

There’s no system yet,
No institution,
That isn’t haunted
By humans hungry
To control humans.