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Beautiful machines

She piloted her mecha back to base
Her friend stood guard at the gate
In armed and armoured power suit

Two angular metallic shapes
One huge, one large
In friendly conversation

A robot coming through the gate paused
Looked up at them
And saluted

They responded
And she asked
“Why?”
“We are all such beautiful machines.”


Posted to social media November 26, 2024

Published inPoem