down on the bot farm


down on the bot farm ( marf tob eht no nwod )

up before up
dawn does not compute

water fake faces
glowing on the pastures

digital chickens
lay them little eggs

sing in algorithms
gather in a bastard

or an inter’s net
spodding on inside

down on the bot farm
under darker clouds

plough for new identities
while we dream

milk the weasel teats
of the sleepless codes