When Inaction is Death

The murder came to worship her,
generation after generation,
even as they and time pecked away
at her receding frame.

She who never mis-stepped had not:
frozen in perfect display of poise,
glance averted from the basilisk
that stood before her.

But all machines have flaws
embedded by those who made them:
the basilisk already dead,
it will never look away;
she will never get her moment
to strike.

The only life is the crows
that circle between her
and the midnight sun.


Kaolin Fire  Kaolin Fire's website is a conglomeration of ideas, side projects, and experiments. Web development is his primary occupation, but he also develops computer games, edits Greatest Uncommon Denominator Magazine, and occasionally teaches computer science. He has had short fiction published in Strange Horizons, Tuesday Shorts, Escape Velocity, and Alienskin Magazine, among others.

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