Sunday, February 17, 2019

J. S. Aanand writes


FOSSILS

They are not men
They are human hides
Stuffed with venom.
They resemble men and women and have robotic movements too.

They don't react
Programmed they act only.
Surprise
They crave for glory

They have mirrors
Which don't see
They have horrors
Which don't haunt

They are so perfectly built
Sometimes act human
I saw tears
In the mirror but not in their eyes

Worried about their image
They let no human thought in
And no sigh out
Their blank stare .. their only language.

They do not talk
They do not think
They do not grow
Nor do they wear off.

No night no day for them
No time encumbers them
Dead is an understatement
Timeless tuneless rhythmless
Fossils.
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Human / Inhuman (figure 1) -- Matt Bray
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Human / Inhuman (figure 2) -- Matt Bray
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Human / Inhuman (figure 3) -- Matt Bray

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