THE SECRETS OF ISHBAR

A Small Beginning

We wish our creations 
to have sensations. 

But can a robot smile? 
And style is soon exhausted 
words become vacuous, 
like the clangings of a rock 
in a jar, 
the soul in the picture escapes 
when you see it often enough. 

Parrots talk 
apes rage 
pigeons find their homes 
across wide seas 
snakes slither 
elephants remember. 

Robots merely repeat 
words and images fail.