If the flames
do not turn your bones into ash
your bones will rot
deep in the ground
...
ABORT ABORT
but Donaldson was already drifting
further and further away from us
the thickness of his suit decreasing
...
there will be a baby crying
in the next room, but not yet
people are still standing around
my bed and I'm still on my last breaths
...
Long have I stood
Long stood have I gazed
Long gazed have I thought
Long thought have I suffered
...
the hapless toad
who croaked a verse
and moved the trees around him
...
White Ted looked flat;
that hair and pyjama bed smell.
She was getting heavier
...
Homo Machina
The Future Of Human Evolution
grey will not do metallic's justice
...
[He/She as appropriate]
Of flesh and blood
that nature gives to our breath
...