Dead Planet XLIX
“Over to the museum.
He said he wanted to
take in the exhibit of
Edvard Munch that’s
there now. It ends
tomorrow.”
—Philip K. Dick, “Do Androids
Dream of Electric Sheep?”
it was a silent—
scream but not like old silent
hollywood movies
the munch man screaming—
silently on the bleak bridge
was an android man
he covered his ears—
clapping his hands in horror
around his poor head
his mouth was open—
but it was a silent scream
the worst kind they say
it wasn’t a howl—
it wasn’t even human
it was humanoid
just enough human—
to flood the air around him
with a silent scream
it was an android—
with a bald pear-like pale skull
with horror-glazed eyes
the painting was grim—
he was overcome with the
shock of some horror
had the humanoid—
suddenly realized that he
was cybernetic?
had it realized—
suddenly the sheer horror
of not being human?
one can almost hear—
the dreadful scream of angst and
droid apocalypse…
He said he wanted to
take in the exhibit of
Edvard Munch that’s
there now. It ends
tomorrow.”
—Philip K. Dick, “Do Androids
Dream of Electric Sheep?”
it was a silent—
scream but not like old silent
hollywood movies
the munch man screaming—
silently on the bleak bridge
was an android man
he covered his ears—
clapping his hands in horror
around his poor head
his mouth was open—
but it was a silent scream
the worst kind they say
it wasn’t a howl—
it wasn’t even human
it was humanoid
just enough human—
to flood the air around him
with a silent scream
it was an android—
with a bald pear-like pale skull
with horror-glazed eyes
the painting was grim—
he was overcome with the
shock of some horror
had the humanoid—
suddenly realized that he
was cybernetic?
had it realized—
suddenly the sheer horror
of not being human?
one can almost hear—
the dreadful scream of angst and
droid apocalypse…
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