The Sentient Donkey (Free verse) by impert&ent
The screen gives me blank looks
We don't talk any more
I'm not sure we ever did
It tells me nothing of you
Of what you are now
Of what I am to do in the next five minutes.
Helen says you've moved away
Perhaps to Miami, or San Francisco
Jessica says nothing
But I wonder if you are under Albert's crypt
With that Malbec and those straw-coloured shoes.
The screen is not a donkey
pushing against the fence
to see if I've got food
The donkey is not an expressionless void
The screen is dumb, engaging no one
in your absence.
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