Robot Spider
It sits there,
machine in silver.
Smooth in chrome
bits, no hair.
This robot spider.
Hiss with mechanics.
Cogs inside.
Burn and smell
of iron oxide.
Sleek and smooth,
steely perfection.
A titanium erection.
Joints of rubber.
Motions slow.
This robot spider.
Roving motion.
Smooth in chrome,
so calm and pure
a machine alone.