Poem: “The Master”


The Master

Immortality achieved
Age indefinitely deferred
The new immortal sits
Scrutinizing games
On the full moon as a screen
Synchronous in orbit

Until as ages pass
He slumps and snores alone
While robot servants dust
Whispering in limpid tones
So as not to wake the master
With their sub-atomic chatter

July 25, 2011


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