Can you guess if the poetry sample was written by a person?
old sock-face, sagged on a darning egg theyve trapped her in some laboratory jar let her die there, or whither incessantly for the next fifty years, nodding and rocking and fingering her thin hair mother to myself, i wake swaddled in gauze, pink and smooth as a baby you will be aware of an absence, presently, growing beside you, like a tree, a death tree, color gone, an australian gum tree --- balding, gelded by lightning--an illusion, and a sky like a pigs backside, an utter lack of attention but right now you are dumb