Is it mechanical? Levers, pulleys, engines?
It is skeleton with internal organs?
Does it age?
Is death part of its genetic framework?
It is mostly body? Mostly mind?
Are these artificial distractions?
About a meal, this, too, constructed, revised over time. The good kept. The not-so never attempted again.
bang comes to mind
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no one but the milk truck driver
has anything much to say
still the day unrolls like a rug
with a bit of sunlight in the mix
I watched out the window for her to get there
she brings me biscuits if she's near
a single figure in the square
kept staring at a stone
I got out of the way
when I heard the loud noise
a rebel's missing, torn to shreds
his lady's weeping in her dawn