Cry no tears, great
robot, but understand burning
friendship inside
the science institute.
Nobody gets hurt
when you play your ocarina
for the gradient sunset.
Rise up
as a beast at the behest
of a reptilian general
when the children dance
in rings beside the silos
filled with countless
canisters oozing toxic
chemicals. The budget
isn’t enough
for a full mutant
suit, so you’ll only ever
see me from the
waist up. These claws
are not my
fault. The government
has covered up
so much more than
my nether regions
of brittle ash. When the thunder
breaks o’er my prone dome,
blame a man
with his face on his chest
for I learned to love
the mewling babes
even still my rows of thorns
& gills made them weep
just as my killswitch
fails at the final
hour of our
trials; scramble
brain condor,
breast boomerang,
throw your fists
at UFOs.
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