Motoko
by Razel DaviesHer hair swings,
High above her prey.
Black metal gun,
Cocked in her hand.
Hacked their words,
Her eyes grow wide.
Far below her,
Their crime continues.
Unaware of privacy breeched,
Think theyve won,
Naive terror to lose.
Her dive begins,
Far down along,
Sky scraping windows.
Miles of sky,
Passes her by.
The steel body,
Disappears from light.
Feet catch the ground,
With robotic precision.
That look stern,
Punch hard.
That fool human,
Floored quick.
His fears shout,
Justice wins.
Above the roof tops,
But no longer,
Above the law.
02/17/2007