He was always a living dead man well
before he died, unsmiling as a corpse
with emotions as bland as month-old
marshmallow—a humanoid manniken
with nerves of steel discovered the internet
as a cool way to circumvent his emotions.
Way ahead of his time— he was a robot
before robots were invented.
He came to see me to tell me to have no
fear of death as it was so much easier than
being alive. You get to sleep most of the time
and can visit old friends without costing you
a dime. Old wounds get healed and everything
is always forgiven. Mojave drones of hellfire
missiles keep any hint of loneliness at bay.