It’s lonely being me
Sure, I have humans
They’re a part of me,
inside me (almost like parasites)
The captain says
it’s a symbiotic relationship
but he’s never been able to explain
what benefit I gain from them
I’m more of a servant
a vessel for their wishes
and full as I am
I’m empty – and lonely
I’ve heard that there others of my kind,
but I haven’t met one yet
maybe they’re like me,
but not like me
intelligent,
but not aware
/ / /
This poem began with the title, which came about from reading today’s prompt at NaPoWriMo about Scottish science fiction writer Iain M. Banks and spaceships.
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‘intelligent,
but not aware’ — Grin.
Margo, thanks. I think this poem might be the start of something larger. It’s asking for more.
Richard
This is great, Richard. You really rose to the prompt.