Scoured

"A purge"

First Elder said —

yes, they agreed, a purge.

Sparks from treetop height plummeting

to earth.

Everyone shops at Opthalmo-Mart

 

go ahead,

ask machine Mom — she always

says No

 

   Rrose purrs        her scales shine like Pyrex

 

newly postop,

smoothing salve

on the ansible

 

   be very still        air will cool your skull

 

Minsk stole her heart

Zveta thaws out

a replacement

 

   drink to me        only with graphene eyes