Robots

World of drones, we all let go
of each other, of ourselves.
Your face in mine, in pantomime,
encrypted, frozen, years of lost time
…you’ll never get back.

Is this how you imagined things,
when you set out?
City streets, crossroads, seeking new faces.
Not the same, no less strange-
because everything has changed
…and you watched it slip away.

Adrift

When replaced with robots, clones of Adam, better than we ever believed. No need for Eve.

Faces planted to screens, conversations with the dead, no longer held obscene. What you mean to me.

I’m a place, adrift in celestial rifts, spent grace on worldly things. More valuable than you.