Stepford I

But for the cold calculating stare
of electric blue orbs
lightening flashing through them
you would think it human

Others blind their eyes
and deafen their ears
when in her presence

Faint whirs and clicking
are the only clue
that she no longer lives

Once filled with life's passion
flowing through every vein
the sole giving of all
to flora,fauna and mankind

soft murmuring voices
not unlike that of an old party line
once gave comfort

But the humanity she so loved
began tearing
piece after piece
of her flesh and bone

Voices became louder
more decernable
screaming words of hate,rage and anger
till not a shadow was left
from the essence of her being

Now
walking among them that are loathed
for creating the entity
standing before you

No longer to remember
the world that she knew
for there is no longer life
and she is reborn
of the hatred of man