Three for the End of the World by J.G. McClure

1. PARABLE OF THE SEXBOT

Since we’re all dead, there’s no one to tell
the last chatbot to stop looking for you tonight,

so burning its backup generators, it asks again
and (as programmed) again, Are you there are you

there hello sexy don’t be shy.
Decades pass. We are still dead.

2. PARABLE OF THE SPACE LIZARDS

When the space lizards come to terraform the ruins,
they study the sexbot’s dying chirps – fuel

depleted, circuits rusted almost through.
They don’t know how it got here

or why it killed the world it needed
in search of whatever it sought –

surely it knows there’s no one left,
surely it knows it’s dying – but all at once

they glimpse the sexbot’s boundless longing,
its love & suicidal hunger. It breaks

their many octagonal hearts:
they know they’ll never feel so much.

3. PARABLE OF THE MANY OCTAGONAL HEARTS

The lizards can’t recover: the sorrow of the sexbot
has ruptured the great cisterns of their sadness.

The lizards, so alone, invent dating apps;
the lizards invent chatbots.

Space apes come to terraform the ruins.

J.G. McClure
author_pic_optJ.G. McClure holds an MFA from the University of California – Irvine. His work appears in Best New Poets 2015, Gettysburg Review, Green Mountains Review, and The Pinch, among others. He is Assistant Poetry Editor of Cleaver, and is at work on his first collection.