A bird takes a wing, spreads it,

preparing for a flight he’ll never return.

Mistake or not, he follows no script,

he minds not if it causes a burn.

He wades through the water,

waiting for his moment to strike.

He lets his eyes do the slaughter,

but soon his teeth will bite.

He once decided to take a flight,

but his wing had faltered in the air.

He was the king of vicious birds’ fights,

and he kn...

Even as my blood bleeds relentlessly,

I can see the calculation around me.

“Exactly four litres pouring out,

making this victim unable to see.”

My vision blurs and shakes,

I’ve never survived much chaos.

But this chaos? It breaks.

Yet in all this wayward trembling,

in all this rickety, bloody murder,

all I can do is calculate.

Just like the machine I am,

instead of those humans,

those bleeding lam...