Flesh Robots

(Power On.)
We have to be doctors of technology and fluent in our designated tongue
Distant from our future enemies
And robots of education
Religion
Distinguished race
…
Carefully produced to fall for the seasons
And watch as the leaves from frozen trees fall for us
Only so we can convince ourselves,
“Spring will come, don’t worry. It will
It will.”
But darling, wait!
It’s time now to play dumb
and wait with a convincing smile until they Power Off.