Parts

Do you see the brutal metal,
Wires playing round my joints so bare.
Yet as you look, my vulnerable face frozen,
My submissive eyes downcast, you wonder,
Are they waiting, these eyes, to slide towards you
Drawing you in? Asking can I think,
Can I understand, have I a soul?
Am I just parts, or am I more than the sum of my parts?

Later I will find you.
Hair will I have, and fine clothes,
Moving towards you, confusing you.
Here for your amusement, your company to keep
While you think high thoughts
Of numbers and a loved one, deceased.