Wednesday, 2 September 2026

The robots argue how to parcel out our Mother Earth

To last a little longer
                    like vultures flapping
Belching, gurgling,
                    near a dying doe.
In yonder field a slain knight lies—
We'll fly to him and eat his eyes

GS

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