Eulogy For A Robot

Accordian legs
Stand  firm guard
At gates of a crumble-
Walled castle

Where pendulum heart swung
An 8-bit lub-dub song was sung

Oh dear faithful robot
Your future is a desert

Your fuel a fossil, true
No perennial in bloom

No software sprouts anew
The way is now the mesh
Of technology and flesh

Mechano-muscled thighs
Wires in disguise

Bionic eyes that talk
With satellites in skies

Hearken, modern robot,
As you march into sunset
Behold the brand new aeon
The human cyborg and beyond.

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