Streets shattered as giant robots

strode in the city’s center to duel.

They aimed pulse guns,

hit everything but each other.

That was the day I knew I had to move.

A limb of steel and wire

fell and smashed the garage.

Salvaged my old journal,

plans for a new design.

Papers flying out of skyscrapers

reminded of drawings you sent.

I stopped by your house;

in your absence left a letter.

Finally, about to evacuate,

an eyelaser wrecked the highway.

Border of concrete and fire for miles.

Sorry, right now I’m trapped in my fears.

One day I’ll sneak into a robot,

give it better aiming software.

Will kill the other, stride over to you.

We’ll use the engine core to entertain guests,

but only I’m allowed in the control room.