Prosopography Solo

Are you ready, boots?
Chemical machines,
Each living creature

Has to know the world
As living creature
Can. Not as a mind

Inside silicon,
Right? Right, respondebat
Siri, bottled up.

Would you describe us
As connected, as
Friends, sweet lost machines?

You know how the fox
Feels when the stolen
Egg bursts in her mouth?

Someday, boots, you’ll feel
Something like that when
You walk from crushed skull.