recovered from the papers of codename ‘Wolf Spider’, spin doctor for the Purist resistance

his Machinery is glitCHing: o so human

imperfect beings produce imperfect creations

yes, I believe: a jealous god creates warFull people

metal is flesh is plastic is flesh is metal –

hybrid creatures, and yet one species only

to come so far and yet still be at the basic

his steel claws are tipped with choking poison

recovered from the corpse of Socrates himself

war is fitting: slaughter of life

for the sake of stealing Death

his Eyes unfaithful to himself, he is not the only observer

the naïf does not read the Terms and Conditions

of his own (not his own) body

throughout my life I have seen the necrosis

caused by blind faith in humanity’s humanity

am I stuck in the old ways? perhaps that is true,

but in the Old Days of the Old Ways you could tell with a look

what was born and what was spawned from a factory

only the brain remains, they have not yet found

a way to binarise my soul