poetry, Technology

the wires inside

i closed a coffin today,

it was black with

wires of time inside

its burnt body


it lay on the floor

the silver fan

(cooling its heart)

Stopped and sighed

It lay in the warmth

Of my own curiosity


i was more technology than

this carcass, splayed before

me and the wooden desk

i could get off the floor

crawl away from the slow

undergrowth – over

our lives.


i wept more for the

numb life hiding in

the cage and its brain

my tears fell out


so did the battery





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