Machine
Through smoke, my eyes, red fire
Burned brightly in the dark
I could see without the shadows
See through the stark ink black night
Where light was not forthcoming
My eyes were humming
And my arms powered by an unnatural source
Clicked and whirled
As a transparent fluid swirled and coursed
Through each robotic vein
To gain my sight in both hypnotic eye
The optics infra red
Shone, blazed into the night,
Watching, searching, seeking any pinpoint of light
I lurched onwards
Hunting for the remains of humanity
Who’s blind insanity had created me
In my mind a hated being seeing only hate
Too late to scoff this technical wonder
Too late to switch me off.
A child wild with fear hid in the next room
No walls could protect it
The gloom could not disguise the form
A warm body glowed
Flowed with life
But fear and heavy breath
Would stagnate into a swifter death
My electronic knife spun upon my wrist
My gun upon the other one
With a twist
Spun another cartridge into the barrel
I moved forward on hydraulic metal feet
Always forward
Because the humans were always in retreat
The blade cut as if through butter
The door lock shattered
And with a clutter
Tumbled to the floor
The war would claim another
Humanities bastard son did not have a brother
I took aim
The rattle of the gun sparked and flamed
Shamed the little child
Hurled its body against the wall
The last of its kind to fall,
To die?
Blood red, its corpse lay silent amongst the dead
As much alive as I…