The Depths

A Poem

Luis Royo

Technology emerging from the depths

She stands alone

A single rock held captive by the endless ocean

Of time and space

A death machine so foreign now controlled with her mind

It would make one question faith in anything beyond self

Is nature an empty vessel made to be bent to her will?

Wiring of a machine like any animal

Fungible

Apathetic

A metamorphosis unto itself

Its own twisted chronology

From deep exoskeletal singularity morphed into machine

Designed with cybernetic witchcraft

Employed in service of ruin