Canada
After the last neutron bomb kissed Montreal
To sleep, I arrived on spiked treads to salt
The fields of resistance with peace and
Forgiveness and plasma missiles.
My original designation was USX Solidarity,
An unmanned Harmony-Class tactical android
Designed to shatter the will of the Rebellion with
Ruthless and heartbreaking firepower.
The few pockets of resistance lasted seconds
Before my laser arrays reduced them to
Greasy vapor, wisps sent dancing in
The final shuddering gasps of the Last War.
Peacetime ushered in an era of diplomacy,
Weary nations limping across fields scorched
Bare to shake hands and vow to behave -
For the future, for as long as they had to.
The New Powers left me here as goodwill
Ambassador to the Canadian Wastes;
Steaming crevasses dot the countryside where
Children and marmosets once danced and sang.
To ensure the safety of the few surviving natives,
My wartime protocol has been replaced with the
Human brain of a famous peacekeeper,
A great man from a forgotten age long past.
I am U.S. President Jimmy Carter, at least,
I am his brain housed in a fifty-foot assault robot.
I am the nightmare of convenient diplomacy, and
I am so lonely here.