Cry your
black tears
in the deep, dank alleys of
sad cities devoid of breath and
devoid of sound;
Yearn for
warm flesh
pressed against silicon sinew;
you song dolls, you sex dolls, you tightly
wound merchantmen;
Mechanical
animals–
dread horsemen; you came,
you ran rampant, trampling upon
humanity’s feckless pride;
You toiled
under the
brightly blazing sun,
Turning the seas to stew, making
the rivers run red;
You are free
now, children,
to reign or rot
and remember, and you are also free
to forget;
Gnash your
tungsten teeth;
rip the fabric of the ‘verse to shreds
Rail and wail with madness yet
jubilate;
Because finally, the last
beloved human
is dead.