Autamauton

The c**k crowed, 
                          crowed, 
                                    crowed,
God flipped the switch 
the sun swiveled in
    the moon swiveled out.

I rose from my box and creaked to a start.
Gears started to click. 
                                click. 
                                          click. 
Headlines and tweets from turns past
fell from the steel cage surrounding my homunculus brain.

Mannequin limbs and legs
with the swing of the Blacksmith's hammer
swung in beat/
                        beat/
                                beat/
I painted on my magazine clothes
and stepped into railroad tracks.

Finally, I began to create my face
from the scattered puzzle pieces that lay on the floor
carefully chosen edges and corners connecting to make me not self.

My mask set
My engine wound
I snapped into my s[]ot
and the Earth machine ran smooth
as the world rotted inside.