Random Access Destruction

He was lying under dull light. I

Ran a finger under his serial number.

I saw he was alive-- Or functioning. 

A little. He was functioning

A little.

But his systems crashed again.

One afternoon I saw him peeking

Through the trash can. He was

Malfunctioning, screaming things I

couldn't understand

Was there logic in his frame? The 

World doesn't like failures.

The tin peeled from his cast like

Skin. Did he sin today?

His internal cooling system was 

on the fritz

But there was no one to

Fix him.

His rusted hands were held towards

The sky-- He held within them a

Thought of purpose. A hope.

Perhaps he realized...

But abiotic dreams are never 

Realized.

I was tired when I passed him by

He was dripping grease and regret

as his iron grip

      died.

Had he served his purpose? Had his

Time finally come?

There were sparks in the sky, but

The rain had survived. I could have 

Sworn I saw a glint in his circuit

breakers, but his time had

         passed him by.

Do machines try to fly?

A bird perched upon his head today.

He was in the junkyard littered 

With dirt and shame; I spoke

a little

Could he hear the violets 

Crying for him?

Reviews

[Goat]

Wow, this poem is amazing! I love the imagery in this and the beautiful idea. The ending line gets me the most it is a very powerful line. I love this, great job!

[Lexi]

I really enjoyed the pictures you painted, I could visualize the entire thing as I read it. Good job :)

[Meek McGee]

Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it