Travis Macdonald

Diagnosis: Deletion

pixels set on self-destruct.

A robot takes the Thames in stride,

A blurry child comes

into focus. Dress your throat

in satin red and scream

them tin cans. To death.

The laws of time misbehave, ungrateful

collapsing atoms. Control the flimsy gadget.

Don’t eat alien

carrots. Capture grit

in your grill and star

dust in your eyes. Think leak

as a life form. Water is patient: it waits

and wins.