Our minds, diodes, electrodes, operate within the cavity
Of metal torsos, sometimes the wiring in shoulders,
Arms, hips, copper and aluminum sternums.
Our skulls: empty shells, for looks,
Humans love on our lips, smiling,
And we plant their gardens:
Rows of recreated life, breathing entities.
Let us say for instance:
We open our skulls, pull out the emptiness
Where a brain should be,
Fill the dark cavity with thick, slick dirt.
What seed do we plant?
My answer: Eucalyptus Spearmint;
(Good for living and for breathing)
An idea of existential resemblance.
Sprigs of green leaves sprout from our flower-pot-heads.
They ask the well-built gardeners:
What is good for growing?
We say: Things that cannot be ungrown,
Growth that cannot be handmade.
The best of us water flowers,
Sift dirt and pollinate ovaries
With stiff silver fingertips.