O) automaton

crestfallen centuries of cracked stone
tiled across the face of years
slate grey complexion and mottled red
frowns before me
 
paper traces the back of your hand
silver threads dance in you palm
and your sinews are cast in steel
 
the electro-mechanical clockwork smile
echoes in liquid crystal plasma eyes
and a whisper of static
 
your plastic coated tin foil dream
soiled by a life organic
dissolves in a teaspoon or warm water
and melts into the corners of your mind