ljidol; Solvitur ambulando

[yachiru]

rosa, the robot

she has seen machines
churning waves of metal
burning skies until skies were black

she fixes
cars-she unmuffles mufflers
attaches
shiny
wheels
over real wheels
make it louder-replace
ears-add muffler

factories thicken
urban gravy-rosa
applies spikes
bare knuckle tires
unmuffles mufflers
applies garbage bag
to headlight

the future is bright
chime in her ear-she
can't hear never fixed
that part

she watches cars become men
humping each other for oil slick
nothing sick-these are all american
manufactured biomechanical reality

Comments

[halfshellvenus]

Oh, I wish that image board had come out a little larger, so more people would think to look at it.

It really fits this poem, and the worldview of this robot doing such repetative maintenance and modifications that don't always make sense but are part of the new world spiralling forward into more and more broken places.