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+title: Ex machina
+genre: verse
+
+id: ex-machina
+toc: "Ex machina"
+
+epigraph:
+    content: with lines from National Geographic
+    link: 'http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2013/08/sugar/cohen-text'
+
+project:
+    title: Autocento of the breakfast table
+    class: autocento
+...
+
+| Bottom of the drink: they had
+| to go.  The Coke machine, the snack
+| machine, the deep fryer.  Hoisted
+
+| and dragged through the halls
+| and out to the curb, they sat with
+| other trash beneath gray, forlorn
+
+| skies behind the elementary
+| school, wondering what their next
+| move would be.  The Coke machine
+
+| had always wanted to live
+| the life of a [hobo][], jumping trains,
+| eating from garbage, making fire
+
+| in old oil drums.  It had some
+| strange romantic notions of being homeless,
+| is what the deep fryer thought.
+
+| Its opinion was to head to court,
+| sue the bastards at the school for early
+| termination of contract.  It was
+
+| the embodiment of [justifiable anger][].
+| It believed privately that it was an incarnation
+| of Nemesis, the goddess of divine
+
+| retribution.  What the snack machine
+| thought, it kept to itself, but it did say
+| that [nothing ever ends][].  The others
+
+| were confused, then angry, but finally
+| understood, or thought they did.  The snack
+| machine's candy melted in the sun.
+
+[hobo]: prelude.html
+[justifiable anger]: table_contents.html
+[nothing ever ends]: no-nothing.html