They’re building another data center- wiping out an open field, and us.
Have not the poets been foretelling this
for a thousand thousand generations-
that the endpoint of man’s pride is death?
Under the banner of the heavens we used to seek
answers from celestial lights,
teasing shade from true form.
Now, too many seek answers from darkened screens.
Little caves everywhere, palm-calloused
hallucinations so vivid, we lie and call it god.
Are we to be content with shadows?
Ghosts and graves that cannot mend?
Myopia a poor substitute for dreams,
for communion.
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wow! amazing poem about a devastating decision.
Great job with this! Agree that it’s devastating.
Oh – perfect! From the celestial lights to the darkened screens . . .
Love “Little caves everywhere, palm-calloused/hallucinations”
Yes. Too true.
The last stanza is especially powerful. Well said.
Your last stanza is very powerful. I love your back to back questions,
“Are we to be content with shadows?”
“”Ghosts and graves that cannot mend?”
This is beautiful and really devastating. I love the second stanza especially, on its own and then in contrast with the third.
Excellent and thoughtful.
I especially like:
“we lie and call it god”
“Myopia a poor substitute for dreams,
for communion.”
So many of your poems speak to me that I was afraid to read this one (because the topic fills my nightmares), but I love it and especially this line:
Myopia a poor substitute for dreams
Oh my goodness, thank you so much. I have these same nightmares, and trying to grapple with them as I see so many, even other creatives, embracing it.