ROBOT D OG AT THE END OF THE WORLD

At five o’clock in Miami the rain falls warm And no one hurries. The rain falls backward Pulling the fallen up to the sky. We steam Like crabs and are happy. It’s somewhat, what Some of us believe is heaven, no one hurries. We have all the time in the world, which is to say, Nothing but everlasting light. All but the robot dog, Clicking staccato through the sunlit puddles.

Robot dog snifs, ten billion zeros and ones march Through his liquid mainframe, taking in the air, Taking out the trash. His thoughts multiply Like bacteria, he senses the heat, that we are one Heartbeat away from extinction. The rain falls, The rain falls backward, and no one hurries.