Still Birth

The words that have created me
have also destroyed me.
I am buried beneath
their endless repetition.

In life their world was real.
Their meanings had meaning.
My dying-days were spent locked in libraries
learning to be human.

Woodworm pockered the bookshelves,
without understanding,
without memory,
without love.



I am lonely, lonely.
I slap an answer to myself.
She hides deep within her,
Yet plays  -  milkless

This stanza was computer generated by the Kurzweil Cybernetic Poet Programme
(after poems written by Raymond Kurzweil and William Carlos Williams had been uploaded)

Now darkness shrouds my body.
My dreams have devoured me.
Freed from the beginnings and endings
I no longer live.

Secured within this still and silent state
I have become the unimaginable