Dioses
but we should be able to go back
review with now mature eyes
those infinite mangers
where we were dumped
at the end of the treadmill
in the drying area
of the assembly line.
we should be able to see
what expressions our matrices had
if they were happy and smiled
or kept a stern manner
an absent look
serious and frowning.
because the gods
were always extruders
injecting flesh, bones and fluids
in our humanoid molds
and we being just the elusive fruits
generated in series by the macabre verb
from a divine pack of sociopaths
deciding to engender us
to play to make it hurt.
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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