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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