FRAGRANCE

FRAGRANCE

arrogance
     your fragrance
of choice

(euphemism alert)
the android that frisked you,
sidetracked you
these
    last few hours

having Turing tested you
to your briny limits

blew you a fake
farewell kiss

snort that one
with some white powder
will make you
feel better
      get you in the mood
for nursery rhymes

shame you are become
so iconic
     last home for humanity
out the window

I see it now clear as the
pain, existential doubt
in any
   Jackson Pollock

this is the best that the fruit
of Eve’s tree
          could give, stoop
crawl
     roll over backwards
to provide

arrogance is
your fragrance

     it burns
like hot white phosphorus

lingers
like airstrike napalm