Atonement The red Madonna washed
Her journal and retrieved the page
About her grandfather's death.
Ink bled. Clouds formed towers
Over the columns on grandfather's grave.
Now his remains settled and made
Light for this cemetery. Sorry, I've been
busy the last couple of days, she said.
Placed roses carnations across
His gravestone.
The red Madonna met up with the self-healing
Robot. His cells sparked like city lights
On cement sun mist edge.
The robot had numbers to atone for a name.
He stored digital artifacts and held
Her family secrets inside his copper cage.
The red Madonna struck
A triangle. Chink. Bang. Ting.
Metallic vibrations healed the robot's
Weak heart. A red light beamed on his
Welded hand warning her not to touch
The Jeffrey Pine her grandfather used
To climb. Scrape. Swish. Shush. He never
Broke his bones. Did not need a rod
In his arm of bruised and yellowstained skin.
Cindy Rinne