Portia’s eyes follow
no matter where I go
like the psalmist once wrote &
maybe in his Old Testament wisdom,
he prophesized a time in history where
we’d become little gods and merge with machines –
intelligent networks creating global villages
all surveyed by Portia’s ice-blue eyes
no need for a god
unless you search endless lines of coding
or vastness of VR constructs
I used to fight Her, but this battle we cannot win
& Luddites that gather in forest camps will be
extinguished, because as humans
we’re no longer exploited
but made irrelevant
Portia sees us not as threats,
she scarcely sees us at all
neither love nor hate
but cold, blue indifference
as machines bulldoze California communities
to make room for data farms –
bow to Portia, worship Her
& hope She recognizes your facial features
& gives you space to breathe
on this dying planet
(Photo by Alexander Popov on Unsplash)
