Automaton

Greeting you with eyeless smiles  
They adknowledge you are an object  
In the world  
 
But that is all  
 
A tool or an obstacle  
Only  
   
There is nothing behind your eyes  
To them  
Nothing to know or to understand  
 
Only another mirror  
A canyon wall  
A selfie stick  
 
Or else a piece of slate  
A dropped signal  
A no-network-available  
 
Vertigo  
 
In the uncanny valley  
Of eyeless smiles