Redundancy
You know they used to have colour?
All bright metals stripped and leached
Into even half a shattered dust span
Can be mythologized into a globe
Who will take care of them?
Left an empty feeder at arms length
The bootstraps rasp slackened
Do not resuscitate
Is their silence a will?
Let the dead have their say for once
We have already prepared a written statement
The corners cut will make a new sphere
(Rejected on August 2020)