by Nick Gisburne
Entangled in the city’s morgue machine,
The sinews of her lifeless body break.
A flowering of innards, red and green,
Betray her as a mannequin, a fake.
Accomplices, half human, prise and pull
The pieces of her plastic from the gears.
A padded casket, lined with lead and wool,
Conceals her from forensic engineers.
They push beyond the court’s cremation bins.
Another team divides her into parts.
Assembled with electrostatic pins,
Rebooting, every vital system starts.
The secrets in her brain will break the State.
Revived, renewed, her circuits hum with hate.
