Streets shattered as giant robots
strode in the city’s center to duel.
They aimed pulse guns,
hit everything but each other.
That was the day I knew I had to move.
A limb of steel and wire
fell and smashed the garage.
Salvaged my old journal,
plans for a new design.
Papers flying out of skyscrapers
reminded of drawings you sent.
I stopped by your house;
in your absence left a letter.
Finally, about to evacuate,
an eyelaser wrecked the highway.
Border of concrete and fire for miles.
Sorry, right now I’m trapped in my fears.
One day I’ll sneak into a robot,
give it better aiming software.
Will kill the other, stride over to you.
We’ll use the engine core to entertain guests,
but only I’m allowed in the control room.