JUST A TOY
March 13, 2016
Revision number I-don’t-know-how-many of a poem once called “Wreckage.” JUST A TOY Plebes engineered in programs, poured into progress’s molds, preached from the altered world’s altars, scriptures of innovation, new epics of a dawning world. Cybernetic Prometheus’ motherboard liver waits to be torn from his body by the eagle. The eagle, winged justice cites dynamic … More JUST A TOY
