Crystal L. Kirkham
Alter this. Change that. Tweak the code. Make it perfect.
Remove the defects—real and imagined.
Skin, hair, eyes, height, and weight.
Gender. That’s an easy one.
Made to order perfection.
A world of children that look the same.
Personality, ambition, drive—those can’t be coded.
Compassion and kindness are words of the past.
They grow up without these things.
As the world degrades around them.
Poisoned by their need for manufactured perfection.
Pave it over, make it better. Cleaner. Easier.
Beauty reigns, the rest forgotten.
As the world dies leaving behind gorgeous bones beneath a poisoned sky.