in times to come

Heaven is broken

Heaven is broken:
Two shards of sky at our feet,
Not a gift from any god,
Just Mammon’s ire,
Parted like spectral light
Churned through a quartz prism.

Gloamin

A last keek o sun peints blue ahin the toon
an street-lichts hing like beads on roads
far the traffic breinges.

Artifices of Intelligence

” …Pray that there's intelligent life somewhere out in space,

'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth!”

The Galaxy Song – John Du Prez / Eric Idle

It’s not the algorithm
that eats out our soul;
it’s not the robot
in whose extensible
arms we take comfort.