David A. Marin
The robot talks
the suited-man watches
the blackness out the window
the flaming gorge of stars
nebulas singing quietly
as lovebirds by a fire
asteroids gently walking
by the meteors grasping the
skies with lines of ash
the robot talks
to the businessmen
seated on the black cruiser
towards the mothership
enormous fire from below
“LAdiES AnD GEntLeMEn
DoNot Despairrr As Y-O
NoTiCe YoUr pLANeT
ExploDiNg BeNeath YoU
On ThE ScrEENS of The SeAt
On WhIch YoU ReST
ThE FaTe OF The PlaneT
Was Imminent
yOUr Bussiness Ventures
WiLl Be taken care Of
As All Of Y-O Have Arranged
And do know that This
CoMProMISE wAss
The bEsT cHOICe,
Bussiness-wise”
The Robot talks away
As the planet blows
And the 0,001% eat plastic food
On leather chairs
On a spaceship towards
Thy mothership
And across the sky
From an asteroid mine
An alien ship, painted pink
Approaches like a pencil’s ink
And the robot stops talking
The ship is moving, the men and women
Drinking, eating, in silence and artificial light
In the plastic fright
Thinking of their life ahead
But the pink vessel lights up red
Inside, green people with brown hair
With tears on their faces
As they watched Earth go
The pink vessel, color of passion
Of smile, of life
A Flying Love & Pleasure-Hub
On which stand aliens
And three humans who were on vacation
They watched their planet burn
The pink vessel, the suited man watches
No expression, no smile, no grin, no frown
He doesn’t think of his money, for once,
He repents as the oxygen dries out
And the pink vessel shots their windows
And the robot’s operation system crashes down
The lights go out.
And his dark tie
White shirt
Black tux
Gold watch
And fortune
Fly through the void
Through the nebulas
The pink ship sails across the sky
With the last three humans
Back to another Earth
With another folk.
“Why didn’t you save Earth
10,000 years ago
When the poles were melting?”
Asks a robot, from the control board.
The humans do not respond,
And the little pink metal creature
Sighs mechanically and flies about…
His friend, another metal man,
Going through a human’s room,
Finds a weird-looking wooden object
And takes his metal hand, and plucks
A string on the guitar…
And the robot goes to the humans
One of them looks back, water in his eye
Robot stops scanning the man, looks at him instead
And thinks ahead...
And thinks ahead...
Even though he scanned the guitar
And his system instantly learned to play
He closed the program
And with oil in his eyes
He stuttered
Metal-man to man,
“T-teach me a s-song you w-wrote
I don’t want Earth to die”.
