Leviathan
of flesh and steel
Racing through streets
Soaring comet of
technological genius

His fists crush tons
of debris to dust
His sight travels miles
over the designated horizon

Torn from his life --
crushed
disemboweled
by madness
inferno and stone

To be reconstructed
by humanoid hands
“And I’d rather be dead…”

He remembers the whisper
of a lover’s breath on his cheek
the head he cradled so gently
against his shoulder

And he has no tear ducts
to give voice to his sorrow

Only the dreams of
his hardwired heart
never forgotten

Imaginings
of her soft caress
upon his metal brow

Valjeanne Jeffers-Thompson 2008 All rights reserved

This was my first BSFS prose & poetry collaboration with Brother Milton Davis -:) He wrote a fabulous story entitled Leviathan and posted it on his site -:)