Eva Jackson: 0045

I dreamt I saw the first electronic dog
And it yapped, sentient. We were doomed
Because I did not trust it.
Who could trust something that insisted on its own reasons
For doing things, but had been built piece by piece
Right up to its neck, a bronze coiled spring?
It climbed up the wall, hung almost like a cicada
Someone threw something at it, and it broke into parts.