The Singularity – Julian G. West, GS

But a few short years before today
It was a dream to automate
And technicians, convinced skill was art
Unsaw the future that quickly loomed

Now downsized and downtrodden they,
Who laughed when machines first lurched forward
And failed, had their reverie rent with metal hands
Whose craft had fast eclipsed their own

But in that ivory tower nothing changed
The clock’s hand froze on the eve ‘fore the day
When science triumphed over art, with dreams
Of human relevance on their tongues

Past graduation the students find
No doors for entry remain about the place,
Sleek steel meets steel and coldly binds
without memory of human artifice.