Revision
We chose security over science,
and draped in blood, die bloodless
under the not-blue
sky. Ever dowsing rods
to child gods—whose first contact
is our last—inexorable lodestones
for every rogue android
that needs to understand
how humans work.
There is a light that blossoms
orange within our chests,
till we are cinders
within this sack of sparks,
only ever last names.
~~~
Revision Notes: Thank you Nick, Keith, and Akira. I'm still considering some of your comments but made some initial changes that I decided to post--as with all revision, hopefully this is a forward step. Thanks
Original
We chose security over science,
and draped in blood die bloodless
under the not-blue
sky. We are dowsing rods
to child gods and rogue androids.
There is a light that blossoms
orange within our chests,
till we are cinders
within this sack of sparks,
only ever last names.
We chose security over science,
and draped in blood, die bloodless
under the not-blue
sky. Ever dowsing rods
to child gods—whose first contact
is our last—inexorable lodestones
for every rogue android
that needs to understand
how humans work.
There is a light that blossoms
orange within our chests,
till we are cinders
within this sack of sparks,
only ever last names.
~~~
Revision Notes: Thank you Nick, Keith, and Akira. I'm still considering some of your comments but made some initial changes that I decided to post--as with all revision, hopefully this is a forward step. Thanks
Original
We chose security over science,
and draped in blood die bloodless
under the not-blue
sky. We are dowsing rods
to child gods and rogue androids.
There is a light that blossoms
orange within our chests,
till we are cinders
within this sack of sparks,
only ever last names.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson