A 92-year old man,
in an effort to age before it’s too late,
became the machinery missionary.
The modem spoke:
Eternal life in luminous bluish.
The 92-year-old man,
served as a Monday-border guard.
He shot and wounded
the final month
with a wooden gun.
A onetime attempt in an invisible year.
The machinery of death,
blipped the signal to survive
despite the decades.
The metadata revelation:
No one could close their eyes.
The 92-year old man,
was the last to be born manually.
The back of his head was an abandoned factory.
He pulled the trigger anyway.
The silver future welcomed him personally.