dead mouse

electronic saunters
through the technologic field,
the computerized wildlife
stare

the metal deer
the stainless steel bird
turn their red laser eyes upon my sorry flesh

the sun even shines as a robotic force
with screws and silicon chips
the grass is sharp as a knife
and there is no soft spot of dirt
to lie on, as a healthy spotted pig.

i wander around this strange new world
overcome by machines,

i see a few meters away, a spot of white, on all the shining gray
i walk towards it, my bare feet cold from stepping on the
unfriendly steel,

and it is a dead mouse.

lying on the technological floor,
of the technological world.

-Pamplemousse