What Is A Man?

To me, a man
Is a robot man.
With fingers, so shiny
And a neck full of rimmed chrome.
A beard made of coils, a mouth of solid steel.
To me, a man
Is a mechanical man.
With eyes, blinking lights
Orange, so bright.
Wrists and arms
Clink, with sound.
Sturdy brass legs
Mixed with silver alloy.
To me, a man
Is a metal man.
With a heart of gasses and steam
Encased in glass,
Sort of seems…
alive.
To me, a man is a future man.
With a mind, so vast
Cogs will last
For centuries on.
Hold so close
But fixes so strong.
To me, a man
Is a clanking man.
With a voice
As sharp as paper
Is when cut by knives
On a chopping block.
Every nut and bolt
Shines gold like a clock
Or a pocket watch.
Rust caught hold
But oily down below
The metal man
Sleeps, he even dreams.
Tinkers away, cheek bones poking through.
To me, a man
Is a robot man.

Humanity stretches only so far…