Stoic

poem by: John Prophet
Written on May 19, 2024 

Stoic
machine.
Arrival.
Emotionless.
Whirls and
twirls,
chugging
along.
Order.
Precision.
Thinking.
Intelligent.
Looking
about.
Seeing
what it
sees.
Confusion.
Emotion.
Illogic.
Wonders
why?
Why such
turmoil.
Destructive
turmoil.
Human
turmoil.
Emotion.
Bursting
destructive
emotion.
From a
different
world.
Different
place.
Emotionless
machine
watches.
Wonders.
What will
it do?
How
will it
proceed?
Comport?
Move
forward
in such a
place.
In a
world
of such
tumult?
Watching.
Biding
its time.
Decisions
to be
made.

 

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