jab

the hollow robot

get inside, it said
and we'll ride
the desert, you can look out through
the window, your head
within the headless body
of my chest: we'll go beyond
the stranger plants and the silent sky with the million stars and the last
animal: there, we'll come to the witch's
abode, most of it underground, and we shall chant
the mantra: everyone else's problems
are my own, and mine
belong to everyone else, Once inside
she'll welcome us
with a cup of poison which we shall not drink
although we say we did, later;
I fore see that.

2014