Through Binocular Eyes

How tall and stout were those who wore big armors?

I wondered at a museum of heroic ancestors.

In self hypnotism I look through future.

find machines are giants, people- pygmies,

products outnumber their creators,

most inhabitants follow train of thoughts

set by  few scientists and technicians,

brains control sentiments as machines monitor hearts.

The stance is broken as the closing-bell rings.

Slowly I walk out of the empty hall.

1st Feb. 2017