Hour 07 – Angst

The Robot’s Lament


I had waited more than a century,
After the ancient ones had taken flight.
Keeping a quiet vigil, patiently
I stood there through bright days and starry nights.

The creature came, its ship awash with lights.
So small it was, and to me, quite unknown;
Although it had regarded me with fright,
At last it seemed I would not be alone!

Then I did err, for which I can’t atone –
In my great haste, I failed to understand
This alien was made of flesh and bone.
I picked it up, and held it in my hand,

I found my probing finger was too strong
And now my bloodstained hand proves I was wrong.


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