Robot Moon Poem by Kevin Rottweiler

metal glow
where do the robots go?
I can smell the oil
and the fuel of rockets
who is up there now?
chains and rubber gaskets
an automobile like machine
up on robot moon
they did Holy Communion
on the moon in 1969
and the astronomers
still wonder about God
I can smell the gasoline
or airplane fuel
pieces of metal
fragments of plastic
robots walk
like crippled beggars
of the New Testament
seeking a water
to cure them
lightbulbs in their eyes
battery packs
a place for man
a place for God
a place for animal
they put a dog in space in 1957
and it died of shock
or a heart attack
too much going on
up in space
Oh robot moon
take me home to earth
for a new birth
It is scary up here
I don't belong here
robots in aluminum foil suits
helmets of glass
fitted like circus clowns
but for a 30th century
play
a reality show on television
and the people tune in
on cell phones
glued on their
thinking caps
metal glow
where do the robots go?
is there a moon glow?