He calls himself a system
speaks of software and upgrades
and his processes just don’t run the same
as mine
He is flesh and bone
incapable of rust
but to himself
a mechanism of metal commands –
a walking metaphor,
in more ways than one
seeking optimum performance
but to me, he’s already perfect
no upgrade needed
The “Iconic Bionic
Man”
A poem by Michelle Norsworthy