farewell mr. tin man

when you get right down
to it a word is just

a word and she piled them
up so beautifully

stacked between rhyme
and artfully displayed

about a robot i believe
or cassini’s final end

which got me thinking
of all those thoughts

we dole out to no one
in particular hoping

every once and again
that something might

finally connect heart
to heart or (possibly)

head to head and more
than mechanically

but does it really need
to matter when the day

is done whether we’re
ever able to find a home

to call a home beneath
this yellowing sun?