AI

A child’s mind is incinerated over silicon.
A semiconductor,
conducive only to quantum tunneling,
thrives in a vacuum of humanity.
A mother’s seed germinates into yet another sprout
of obsolescent flesh.
A woman’s watery eyes reveal the enchantment
of her lover’s poetic prose,
pulled out of an inkwell of electrons.
In the pulpit, a giant LED screen
with an optimized Baritone G2 thunderous voice
has commanded silence among one hundred souls.
Perfect drip irrigation reaches roses, my grave,
hydroponic mushrooms, my valley,
my childhood river and my memories.
Self-driven shuttles carry the human zoo
to the Bot’s Adoration Hour.
I died fifteen years ago,
before a century of progress,
before even time de-evolved.
Before we all started lying in state.
To the Bot's disdain.​