As the robots
came roaring overhead in shapes they stole from
our fathers
I relaxed a little, for this was the most comforting of all possible apocalyps
es
No vengeful gods these, no preverbal
nucleosaurs immune to fuel shortages
Knowledge is power; I can say, that blue one is vain and can be tricked
That black one
doesn't want to be here, he's
secretly an artist
And that green one even used to be mine, until
my friend Jason broke him
But
When the missile flew in huge and
close like a lover
So fast no time to look away
And the buildings crushed together
And the glass fell glinting like
snow
I curled up
Somehow
Awoke in a blackened basement, with no stairs standing to reach up
And no one left to hear my voice.