O. hearing of Elon Musk’s idea to move AI data centers into space with huge solar arrays.
We will conquer the stars
by obliteration So many satellites
to feed the porn and propaganda
conjured from ourselves by orbital AI
the stolen works of old mankind
We will struggle to find the full moon
We will name new constellations
with what little human intelligence
is left the Nintendo Switch the Tesla
the iPhone the Beadazzled Behemoth
Everything will glow with our reflections
Nothing will twinkle
Mark Folse is a provincial diarist and aspiring minor poet from New Orleans. His past blogging adventures included the Katina/Federal Flood blog wetbankguide on blogspot.com which David Simon told NY Magazine was one of three blogs that helped inform Treme, and Toulouse Street–Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans, which once outranked the Doobie Brothers on Google Search. His work has appeared in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, The New Delta Review, Metazen, New Laurel Review, Ellipsis, What We Know: New Orleans as Home, Please Forward, The Maple Leaf Rag IV, and A Howling in the Wires (which he co-edited).
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