In the obscurity
of the humiliated
steeples
androids sob.
Neoprene murmurs
shriek out
cellophane fabrications.
Listen for prosthetics
dropping
to the surface
of heartbeats
and silence.
Promenade like
falling sleet
to chambers
of hurting.
Infra-red warmth
flashing
on and off
through the body.
In the shadows
of perspective
mud rots
in
tones of
triviality.