I saw the barcode on your arm
As you passed through the barrier.
And then I woke in wild alarm
And thought that this was the way
That the world had gone
And I couldn't prevent it.
For each of us was branded,
And able to be scanned and read.
And we had been traduced
By ourselves, by our fleeting thoughts,
Picked up as we passed through the checkout
And captured and kept on record,
So that we were incompletely known,
And there was no God.
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