The Line
All lined up, workers fiddle with pieces.
They add and take away.
They go on and on incessantly,
Down the belt
Katherina comes.
They remove her independence.
Manufacture, in its place
the frame of perfect obedience.
Just like that, they create new
machines, the way they wanted.
All the same, I’m trapped on the line.
I’m just an apparatus.
Now I am a drone for the drones,
a clone of what begat us.
ABOUT DANIEL
Daniel Rubino is a student in Holy Family University’s School of Education, majoring in English Secondary Education. Using this degree, he aims to teach English at a high school level. In his free time, Daniel enjoys reading and writing, as well as playing music. He chooses to write primarily fiction but also occasionally writes poems. He is inspired to write by topics such as love, interpersonal relationships, and questioning societal norms.