Algorithms Ate My Lunch

First published in Clearing My Throat (Pergamon Press 2023)

We worked in Rembrandt’s studio

Painting skies at his command

While The Master made the sunlight

The faces and the hands

Or else in blacksmiths forges

Shoeing stallions and mares

The dignity of labour

Answering our hopes and prayers

We are not artists now nor artisans

As we once were in days gone by

But ciphers now subtracted

From where the numbers never lie

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