We can demolish only one artificiality. 
Last night on Severance Ave. 
It’s no toy. It’s an example of us we can’t have.  
It didn’t love you or me. Like an oblong of moonlight it looked over what we do.  
That’s why we live here.
The robot was a learner, dedicated but fading. We intervened only once  
As the sunset roared into place. 
Our place. It’s ours,
Remember; all our troubles disappear.