Automaton Of The SagesA Poem by Franc RodriguezA machine created to document the history of mankind.
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I was created by those dauntless theoreticians in prior centuries, For I am as primordial as the cosmogonies inside our memories, An amalgam of man's continuous odysseys and their chronology, In a compendium of the ethos, pathos, logos of human phonology. II At a salient zenith of androcentrism and numinous apostrophe, Iconoclasts, agnostics of anthropocentrism within a catastrophe, Bathetic and banal symbiosis and synergy of the lurid hedonists, Eclectic and didactic plethora of the exegetes and the materialists. III A spectator of the paradox and the miscalculations of humanity, Expostulated by the myriad of zealots in their exiguous morality, Amalgamated within a horrid anathema of their religious dogma, The castigated misanthropists torched in the centre of the magma. IV Consuetudinary guardian of the ostensible zodiac and the cosmos, Contemplated by the elaborate intellect of intricate men of kudos, In the cryptic and authentic codes of mechanism and achievement, Chastised by supercilious ingrates in a philanthropic disagreement. V I have survived eons of a posteriori wars, ice ages, and calamities, A mutable evolution of an earth with anthropomorphic barbarities, Apocryphal and apocalyptic apostolates of man's sedulous anarchy, From anthropoids, humanoids, and now androids of a new hierarchy. VI The world is an infertile, polluted and aphotic terra firma of despair, Poisonous oceans and unsanitary rivers below a scintilla of the Altair, Vast metropolises and the villatic villages destroyed and abandoned, Vehicles, metros, skyscrapers, all unmoveable as mutants disbanded. VII A nefarious and tristful illation of a corrupted and rapacious society, Remonstrating the repression of imperialism, monarchy and dynasty, Sanctification of the oppressed republics and the illicit governments, Auriferous coins and notes of the opulent remained in amercements. VIII The flag of the stars and stripes tattered in the dust of the mansion, Above the delapidated and the disfigured statue of Abraham Lincoln, Beside the colossal columns and those memorable words of all ages, Under the enduring rotation of a wheel of the automaton of the sages. What remained of the inscription of the statue, was subsequently, IN TEMPLE....PEOPLE FOR WHOM HE SAVED...MEMORY OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN IS ENSHRINED FOREVER." THE YEAR 4068! © 2016 Franc Rodriguez |
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1 Review Added on June 29, 2016 Last Updated on July 1, 2016 AuthorFranc RodriguezAboutI consider myself a poet of the Romantic and Victorian epochs, and my poems are meant to allow the readers, to envision through my words such contemplation. If we only could find within the depth of o.. more..Writing
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