Inspired by the painting by Robert Carter
Right through you, your steampunk face
Gears turn under that all-knowing stare
My last words echo to space
A dog, a god, dystopian nightmare
The differences bleed to same
Smoke spirals from your barrel nose
Dead eye judgement locked into frame
One last question over wound in my brain
One last meaning to be told
but “soon”, “soon” is all you say
one moment past the last I’ll ever hold
-Riddle of the Sphynx © Mike Chernoff 02/24/2020
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