When Robots Cry

 

When robots cry, do they call up their friends

& go out for milkshakes?

Is it for all the inventions never invented?

Is it for New York City? Hong Kong? Atlantis? Mars?

Are they burned out on automation?

Sick of guiding missiles, guiding bombs, guiding weapons,

guiding Death?

Is it the body parts of children sticking out of the ground

that makes they cry?

Is it because nobody sees a robot shooting up electricity

as having a problem?

 

 

10 June 1994

 

 

[Published in The Dance Of Yellow Lightning Over The Ridge:

Poems 1993-1997. 1998 by Jim Cohn.]

 

 

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The Dance Of Yellow Lightning Over The Ridge: Poems 1993-1997
(Writers & Books Publications, 1998)

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