The Robot Speaks

 I was told to keep time

1234 1234 1234

Waltz time,

Sweeping

123 bleed, 123 bleed 123

I became a sweeping arm, no heart no soul

no God, but god No skin no thought

no time but time.

Through a window pane stands a man in tears.

Coming home a renewal;

They learned to graft skin

spend time learning to dance.

Sent me to church 

where 

Time was memorialized

on a cross

with a man who wept for eternity -

( seemed like I got the better deal)

I got a job at a factory

sweeping floors ( my resume worked)

But now i am finding it difficult.

The smell of oil paradichlorobenzene

the yellowish gut spill and acrid waste

oozing out of my body

time bleeding eating itself

in waltz time.