we made this

Gold cherry
Poem of the week

By JupiterMoon

Mon, 02 Nov 2020
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8 comments
 

we made this

 

wrapped beneath tepid

blankets of post unopened

scarcity stalking the gate

we are all gone starlets

remembered only in our

eight-month whispers

 

we sacrificed community

in favour of tranquil greed

somewhere around 1997

on bonfires stacked sky high

as we burned analogue

into digital history

 

duped into looking left

we blindly unguarded our thresholds

inviting in the peddler of lies;

that grinning vampire

clad in the bluest cloak of red

 

face down your walls

for they are all you have

fingers dependent on buttons

swiping, pawing

and dragging an epidemic

of artificial unintelligence

 

this is how it ends

with an absence of touch

 

we made this

Certificate U
Poem
Horror

Comments

Submitted by marandina on

"An epidemic of artificial intelligence" A timely warning. Super read.

 

Submitted by Mark Burrow on

So good 

 

Submitted by Mark Burrow on

Please do share on Facebook and Twitter --- this superb poem is our Pick of the Day. 

Thanks for posting, JM (please feel free to change the pic by the way). 

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Chilling, bleak, to the point. A very well deserved golden cherry!

 

Submitted by drew_gummerson on

Yes we did. Powerful. 

 

Submitted by Nolan on

The famous SciFi writer Ray Bradbury said that where books are burned today, people will be burned tomorrow. Also reminds one of the Nazis massive bonfire demonstration burning of subversive (as evil) books in Berlin, any book that didn't agree with Hitler'sfacism, almost defiantly it rained and they had to resort to petrol.

Nolan &

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

This is our Poem of the Week - congratulations! 

Submitted by David Kirtley on

An intereting poem, well worth reading!