A necessity of robots
       

Shapes and/or simulations
desperate not to disappear,
fragrances in a bottle,
whatever we are we're shaken
by gravity waves fine-tuning
our frequencies to stars,
and all our suppositions,
Taj Mahals and Louvres,
rest on watery foundations
subject to climate changes
so vast we invent robots
to understand them—
spare robots my memories,
I am incense swung at choirs,
fumes uncorked by children,
pixels letting go, shadows
passing over walls, flutter
in adjacent rooms, ghosts
undressing in a mirror
, both of us unblinking,
no longer trying to appear.

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Copyright © 2019 Djelloul Marbrook All rights reserved
from The Loneliness of Shape
Leaky Boot Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission