Sosa, “La madre de la Luna”
Its metal body twitched in malfunction
Embers bursting through a weak weld
An electric blue sun haloed around its head
And wires branched out like wings reaching for the god who is no longer with us
Its head hung heavy over a holographic chest
But how true is a rainbow when reflected with fluorescence?
Its right arm hung lowÂ
With wrist wound tightly to the sourceÂ
A bubbling liquid brewing, beating its way into an artificial throb
It pulsates through the vein-like cablesÂ
Can you jumpstart an angel?
How true is religion through 1s and hal0s?
We praise the machineÂ
We pray to rhythmÂ
How long until we are no longer?
Until the falsities consume and the blur becomes mush?
How long until we are no longer?
The vignette fluttered in bursts of light
Shaking on the cusp of a deityÂ
But shall the mechanics dull in the lights of life
Its system will black
Its fuse will blow
And heaven will prevail of innate breath andÂ
Orange sunÂ
