Last night
In my dreams
I pictured a small sparrow or finch — Bright as its calls,
Knocked down, on the ground
Brushed itself off; I flinch
As it starts to peck that same ground
Progressively faster
Post-robotic and unnatural
Similar to when a high voltage is applied
To a children\'s animatronic toy
My heart beats in pace
Just Thinking about it
Thinking about what it
Could possibly mean