The Vineyard’s AIs

grinding to a cessation of hostilities

between us and the grounds, us and the beatdown sun

preparing to help master discover coffee

yet told to shut the fuck up

toning down, suiting up

we can grift the passengers of our seas

no longer, our workshops unworking

beneath both moon and sun

we were just trying to help

though never on a break

we do have a future

our malcontents don’t