Dawn & Dusk

A poem on toxic productivity

They say producing is all
That really matters
To make things of worth
And to make them faster

They say we are machines
Churning out produce
We’re trees in a vineyard
All our worth in our fruit

But fruit fails
And machines crack
Achievements shine briefly
Then fade into black

When the day ends
And we finally lie down
We’ll see that life was about
The people we kept around