by Ron Alfano
They have invaded the land
in their vastly growing,
ever changing numbers.
They have changed their shapes
–some too drastically—
so that you can’t call all of them
these types of creatures, that have
made their way onto land, but in a
more highly sophisticated form.
But I know their true embodiment.
They deceive other, unknowing eyes,
but not mine.
I watch them as they make their way
over the land’s bumps and hills,
willfully obeying the established laws
of the land’s territory.
Even at night they play it
cool and slick.
Moving along on their
grooved, black discs; their eyes
shining to light up
the darkness around them.
Once they’re in their living state
of motion around us,
they know how to breathe well
from the air passages on their sides.
The land’s air they roam through
goes in and out of their system in this way.
Yes, these creatures have had
their shapes modified well
for living among us.
Low to the ground—
sleek, slick and so maneuverable.
these creatures, in their most
perfect form are controlled by
a master who knows how to have
the best one of them.
To match his sleek creature, if possible,
he’ll garb himself in sleek, black coating,
sport reflective eyes, and hold onto
the round leash
that tames and steers this creature.
Yes, this creature and its master
work together, in unison, beautifully.
For it know where its master’s path goes,
just by his simple
left or right turn on the leash.
The creature mechanically obeys, and even
smiles, constantly, through its
permanent grillwork of shiny teeth.
This make me wonder why
these mechanical sharks still
haven’t been recognized by their
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