Yesterday’s Deaths

This snapshot was written two years ago. 

Okay, so, it’s a road.
It looks more like a battlefield, littered with the remains of the fallen.
Many tree people, brush people, insect people, bird people, and animal people
who were alive yesterday morning are not alive today.
My throat aches from screaming each time one fell.
I screamed because they could not.
Mom and I chanted to bless their spirits on
and my chest feels like my heart has been ripped out.
This is something that has been done and can never be undone.
So now, how do we heal?

Dario’s Bot

Hampshire Bot

Hampshire Bot

He got a bot in the mail today.

It’s not a spy bot
or a sky bot,

Not a chat bot,
or a hack bot.

It’s a cool bot,
‘cause it’s a school bot.

Soon his bot will take him away.

Because of generous bot donors,
he’ll meet other bot owners

and off he will trot,
growing his thought,

He’ll fill his ink pot,
and write the world as it ought

He’ll live in a world where all work is play.

With his faithful robot,
In a beautiful spot,
Exploring the way
with other hot shots.

He got a bot in the mail today.

©2013 Annette Meserve


Absorbed propaganda,
turned obsession,
now miraculous validation.

Today, I am so proud of you.

But then again, I was proud of you yesterday,
before the letter came.

©2013 Annette Meserve