Robots Win Today

a crumpled heap
lying beneath a marching parade
of arrogant motherboards
I am not done

I can hoist myself
through an opening in the dark forest
wait in circuitous quiet
to pounce or be pounced

it’s not over
till my digital twin kisses all
my past loves
good night

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