fulfillment

in a warehouse of tomorrows
where scaffolding towers
shelve
to a ceiling of cloud
where mechanisms
select
rotate
and pull product down
to a rolling conveyor
where
minions
shoulder the burden
directing
directing
time strapped to wrists
implanted monitor-chips
ticking the boxes
away
the ticking boxes
of work-a-day
ticked
away

© BH, 2025

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What we do to survive, these days… Incomprehensible aggregates of stuff are held, are organised, and there are minions, down-at-heel minions who pick over the racks of it to find the stuff we want and bring it.

Not all enslavements involve bloodshed, and the whip is virtual. All the same…