Clearing

we walked over ashen trails

kilos on kilometres, deep

dark woods. we came to

a clearing

 

it rained ashes, the wind swirled

you had tree trunks for legs that

swept up the black metal casing

of your tower

 

The gnarly roots grew seeping in

slipping through to your

CPU, as only in deep

dark woods those gnarly roots do

 

Up, up past your cooling unit

it no longer burned

static on the monitor

bird shit on the power supply

 

I checked to see if the power was

plugged in. but only found that

I no longer could turn you on

so I sat and waited a while

 

on an otherwise amicable day

overcast skies filled with ashes

some days it rained. we stayed dry

some days it was sunny. we were sunk

 

I remember a robot I once met

a patron of planned obsolescence

an antique traveler, in brand new land

I think about how much we are alike now

 

old rotting machines in

deep dark woods

searching for a clearing

covered in gnarly roots

waiting for rains to come again