Robots Crush
Long dead the echoes,
thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump
Carefully listen you need not
to hear the sounds now that rattle within tin chests,
clinkplopthump clinkplopthump clinkplopthump.
Dried, archaic, passionate red of life.
Black greed flows.
Ligaments long torn asunder
joints disjointed at their bends, swivels,
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