Robot

The robot has so many skills hidden away
in that metal skull of his

the power of the flash the strong light corralled
in his gloved hands the strength of tens of chimps at least

but he is governed by the laws log jammed
ice built up between ice

sight divided from sight by the mere fate
which accompanies and ushers

said the beautiful young woman
by appearances too young for such wisdom

the robot knowingly at hand
its rotating antennae after something

however remote or near
the meteor shower of black leather

swoops in and then gathers itself up
like some other garment some other fabric