Zuck you, flamebringer, father arson, new victor
letting monsters make themselves as algorithmic albatross
adorns you with liver livery while honeyed med–
ia intoxicates amid titanic shelling out for up-to-date data
because you breached the tomb of privacy and sat sallow
in lab linking scavenged digital imprints to construct
inventory skins of lives full painted, dissected
lives moved by electricity, fire through wire-veins,
with claycaked digits manipulating parasympathetic
daydream, parasocial unpairing, paring for creations not
orphaned but sold, one with many zeroes, flesh-meld
creatures, illuminated bluelight zombies, uncanny body made
of bodies cobbled, stitchbound pages of faces, meta–
statized conglomeration with deindividuation, deistic
deterministic best respite mobbed by ads for torches,
pitchforks with lotus-eater scrolling through cherished
stillframes and never the mirror of a blank screen,
a place where pedants can type into the void actually, the real monster is…
Image: photo by Mathieu Stern on Unsplash, licensed under CC 2.0.
- Postmodern Prometheus - January 9, 2024