Robot Killers
enter silent villages:
hopeless screams ensue.

Shiny chrome metal,
masks in lovely form
your rotted heart.

Transistors humming
under plastic-coated wire.
Cold soul is stirring.

Old robot dreaming
enter flatscreen image time;
connection falters.

Do you wonder where I am?
At the death house mourning deep,
robots killed my dad.

Running program now,
error messages spring up.
Red glass eyes grow bright.