Poem: Artificial

 

Artificial

 

deep in the orifices

of some unseen machine,

invisible chords dangle from the sky.

is this the blood and pulse of the future,

the breasts of every household

connected by veins of electricity?

every roomy lobe of life

pulled to dreams hidden within hardware?

 

an ivy a trellis a noose

one which no axe can chop.

and yet every muscle obeys.

all life hostage to sparks, a leapfrog 

of sockets circuits airwaves

prongs.  

 

there are no embryos 

in the code’s uteri.

and even death might not be safe.

could crypts be seized, coffins hacked?

could the Artificial 

become the laugh of Buddha,

wear the thorns of Jesus,

upbraid the witches of Wicca?

 

so many necks crawl and crawl,

and no one has any idea

where this hydra is going.

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