by Nick Gisburne
Inheriting unfathomable wealth,
He covets what his money cannot reach:
Eternal life, in precious, perfect health,
A barrier no medicine can breach.
But cities last for centuries, and more.
Replaced, renewed, they endlessly endure.
Why not a man, with metal at his core?
Seduced, he sees the future, and the cure.
The assets of an empire build his dreams,
Impossible complexities resolved,
A body of astonishing extremes,
Machinery and man, combined, evolved.
With only steel and circuits in his head,
The law declares him damned, inhuman, dead.
