Dreaming Electric Sheep

Reconstructed in wire,
the beast still remains:
its heart thumps blood packets
through fibre-optic veins.

Its once sable skin
is glittering with sparks:
its muscles expanding
electrical arcs.

Mounted cameras replace
its beady red eyes,
while twin speakers clatter
its terrible cries.

Is it happier now?
does it still feel the pain?
try asking it that, as
it crashes again ...

Added @ 02:14 PM to Poetry category on April 12, 2000