Data

Data

strong and agile, powerful.

an extension of his mind’s will, to create or destroy.

a suggestive friction builds on the tips of the fingers

as they slowly move across one another,

his mind unsure of what to do

with this, his fallen brother

would he accept his help

the grasp of the weeds slither over

the downed being,

the sky disturbed with maddening rage

can you help him,

will you help him?

  i do not know if he would want it,

  he has never liked me, perhaps he would prefer

  i let nature have its course.

to help others is to be human

yellow eyes pierce me,

i shift uncomfortably.

and i watch as his fingers move faster and faster

the fingers stop moving.

  to stop nature is to go against what i believe

  besides i can only help the physical,

  I do not know how to help with the mental problems