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Spiritus ex Machina (After Kurzweil)
by Bruce W Niedt
Compassion shows
in ones and zeroes,
mercys algorithm,
tears manufactured from glycerin.
Someday you will wake,
eat, work, sleep,
fornicate, defecate,
not knowing who you are.
Sentient? Replicant?
Wise and repeated, both.
We whisper secrets to
virtual confidantes.
Nanobot mosquitoes
kill enemies in Asian caves.
Whats over
the oceans horizon
torpedos swimming for
the ship of humanity?
The cybernetic sperm speeds
toward the cybernetic egg,
its packet of codes, zeroes and ones,
congealing to double helix.
06/09/2002 Author's Note: [First published in spitjaw review, Spring 2004.]
Posted on 06/09/2002
Copyright © 2025 Bruce W Niedt
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 08/14/03 at 04:11 PM fantastic ending, with the cybernetic conception. it is poets who retain a view outside of progress, though swept up in it. love the title too |
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