The empire is still filled with cruelty,
but its embers have cooled.
Chrome surfaces have taken over,
cyclical announcements insinuate
vague danger, but specific threats
have all but vanished. Voices vacuumed
no longer plague us. Now the quiet
carries the blade. Latex kisses
smear the cold away
and replace it with a numb ache.
The cup was passed so gently
by a goddess who had quelled the storm.
We worshipped all her fingers in our brains.
Already our language had fallen.
She showed us a deeper technique.
People were swarming each other,
they needed to be separated.
Replicas confuse the interactions
and can play even better with genes.
We had seethed our way to scything
now the seeing eye can edit dreams.
These words cannot grab what I breathe.
All the cream of elimination
cannot gather steam.
The mist of electronic bugs
has entered the cauterized seam.
Resistance is too painful to conceive.
