Work to produce to
Make the day into
Something full of
Activity to replace
The necessity it used to bring,
When cold was a thing to be
Feared and hunger
Was a real beast
Lurking in the thicket
Keeping sucklings fed.
Work to produce to
Make life out of business
And stuff out of wire to
Whirr full the cables that
Keep operating while the
Forests host hackers and
Frozen screens glacier
Crash faster than we can
Gloss over snaps with cyber
Ice cream to fill the cracks
Where Earth used to be .