The children of the King Ludd
will pick up handmade hammers
and swing them down
again and again with fury
until they smash Machine for good
and neither gear nor pinion
remains intact
so every little thing
each and every event
will stop coming out in copies
we cease counting in numbers
and One becomes master of Nothing
The children of the King Ludd
will pick up handmade hammers
and swing them down
again and again with fury
until they smash Time for good
so we lose patience
and every fire-walker
rejoices and weeps
– like the dogs wanderers do –
for the passage of daily living
