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A Monument to Rot

Piled high 

A monument to rot

Broken bodies

Dreams deferred 

This was built to break

Obsolete in a moment 

Each new model

A little more flimsy

Ready to be forgotten 

Replaced by the next season

A monument to rot

Buried in shame

One day maybe we can count our regrets

Letting the chemicals seep into soil

Spilling into our sacred water 

Once a hopeful invention 

Now a device meant to ensnare 

How ordinary a curse

To be crushed by one’s own wheel

Machines are not to be trusted

They were not built to feel

They were not built to stop

And we are made of fragile flesh

Which cannot comprehend this illusion 

This testament of hubris

A crush point 

Gone to rot before it’s ripe

Soured by the sensation

Of panic of missing out

We need not ask

If robots dream

When hope is a living a thing

And we mourn our dying wishes

In the ashes of the hell we built

To climb to paradise 

Over the bodies

Piled high

This our reflection 

Our monument to rot