The Robotic Surgeon

The robotic surgeon didn't blink
Smoke, swear, or fool around;
He was the newest design of science
His metal feet firmly on the ground.

Robotic surgery was the latest
Improvement over the manual kind
There were no variations in technique;
No reliance on flaky mind.

He was diligent and precise
Cutting flesh to invisible templates;
He never erred and he never missed
Never once paused, to vacillate.

Trusted beyond the regular surgeon,
Using his fragile, shaking hands;
The robotic surgeon could do anything
Because he wasn't just a man.

The newest miracle of science was hailed
As the end, to the older style;
But one day the program blew a fuse-
And he cut her head off, by a mile.

June 29 2010

heterodynemind
I love it too Raj. I once tried to subscribe to Science Fiction Poetry online, a magazine. It never arrived so unfortunately I can't recommend it, lol. Check out Asimov or Bradbury though. One of them seems to have a book of poems from science fiction. I can't remember which now for some reason.

Raj Arumugam
I'm excited here about science fiction in poetry; it's an area I'd love to explore more in my verse too...I love this.

 

M. Carter Kirk
Between man and machine... i'd go for the beating heart everytime... SCI-FI but quite relavent to modern industry/commerce etc, i love this peice!!!

Keith Robinson
Speaking of Bradbury...

Sandra Martyres
Very witty Patti....Robot blowing a fuse - catastrophe ensuing!!

carol
cool cant trust those fuses