DRONE ON
drone on
drone on
meanwhile something
is screaming
from
Orwell’s grave
buzz buzz
something is
writhing
on Airstrip One
six feet under
terrible the agony
of a realized prediction
the text
meant as satire become
seer’s prediction
the text on this headstone
rewiring itself, mutating,
changing fast
as share prices
what was once
envisaged and
received
as far-
fetched dysopia
now
in clear
death spiral, cavorting
with extinction
the demise of the rationality
to see and believe
and you
with your
unique way
with words
insisting this is the way
sole species solution
to grasp that power
we gave to the heavens
we
ascribed to the cosmos
to rebuild everything in
singular
one
supreme image
droning on
droning on
(what left of
your intelligence
at best artificial)
inside
and ouside (both)
something is screaming
from George Orwell’s grave
poems 2 die for 