Something other than ordinary infected
The ordinary by evening. Electricity,
Handmaiden of mad humanity, went back
And then backwards. Things plugged in
Drained and things lying about took charge.
I did not know what to say that would not
Betray me as one of those in league
With the robots I hoped would wipe us out,
Not because I'm especially fond of robots
But because I am not a fan of organic life,
Which has never managed to subsist here
On this iron-cored, magnetic, solar-wind
Deflecting planet without a gnawing hunger
Demanding the gnawing of hungry others.
Earth is a cannibal mother. Bring on the bots,
I would say, except that at the moment I
Was a blurred spotlight of attention trained
On a strangely moving thing that was not
A bug or a rodent, nor shadow in the house,
But a baffling curl of condensation masking
The fact that daughter wanted to know what
The children of Beauty and the Beast
Would have looked like. The Tin Man smiled.
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