from my unpublished second collection
Alloy of vision, fusion of will, triumph of unfettered capital. The screech of mass and velocity. The clash of heat and cold. Girders blasted into the mantle, to raise the tower miles high. Pipes and cables twisted through bedrock. The river covered by bridges until there is no river. The stars a handful of countable dots. None of this is without purpose. The analysts of systems pushing us to see ourselves as systems. As resources to be used judiciously. Our time a resource. Leaves falling in the morning worth barely even a glance: bullied into thinking that the human spirit is a language trick, that piety is for the poor. What are they building? What do they want?
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First published in Field
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