POEMS ABOUT SCIENCE
These are poems about science: computers, AI, robots, drones, advanced weapons, global warming, climate change, pollution, extinction events, deforestation, evolution, physics, chemistry, etc.
Within the CPU
by Michael R. Burch
Here the electronic rush of meaning,
......
The summer was too long and warm.
The treelords in their high places
Confederated once the nights grew darker,
Exchanged rootwords with the willows of the valley.
The oak and the horse chestnut were all for it
Suffocating in their summer cloaks
Longing for their browning, branch-baring,
Leaf-mulch-moulting season.
The beeches on the high wolds murmured to the moon
Thinking of the old, cold days
......
Standing up and spitting down,
Stay praying for something to say.
All the decked out checked out hoodie hacks,
Hanging back way in the Slack.
Parsing Sharp and Forth,
Psycho goth tigers padded pacing,
Straitlaced tracing froth,
Grazing an ittle little bitty bit of meaning.
Congealing Venti steaming. Oxy healing.
Degaussed egos packed to the ceiling.
......
I recall the flying doctor,
bespectacled by polished
glass-fragments of fallen stars,
who landed flat on his young tummy,
equipped with scalpels and other weapons of
native medicine.
His first-ever surgery was on a pregnant
calabash —over a fragile, stinking earth
ached constantly by a proud dancing tumour.
Hurting from torture
The Earth whimpers to the skies
Who turn their frosty cheeks
Betrayed, the Earth weeps
Black ancient tears
......
The summer was too long and warm.
The treelords in their high places
Confederated once the nights grew darker,
Exchanged rootwords with the willows of the valley.
The oak and the horse chestnut were all for it
Suffocating in their summer cloaks
Longing for their browning, branch-baring,
Leaf-mulch-moulting season.
The beeches on the high wolds murmured to the moon
Thinking of the old, cold days
......
POEMS ABOUT SCIENCE
These are poems about science: computers, AI, robots, drones, advanced weapons, global warming, climate change, pollution, extinction events, deforestation, evolution, physics, chemistry, etc.
Within the CPU
by Michael R. Burch
Here the electronic rush of meaning,
......
I recall the flying doctor,
bespectacled by polished
glass-fragments of fallen stars,
who landed flat on his young tummy,
equipped with scalpels and other weapons of
native medicine.
His first-ever surgery was on a pregnant
calabash —over a fragile, stinking earth
ached constantly by a proud dancing tumour.
Standing up and spitting down,
Stay praying for something to say.
All the decked out checked out hoodie hacks,
Hanging back way in the Slack.
Parsing Sharp and Forth,
Psycho goth tigers padded pacing,
Straitlaced tracing froth,
Grazing an ittle little bitty bit of meaning.
Congealing Venti steaming. Oxy healing.
Degaussed egos packed to the ceiling.
......
Hurting from torture
The Earth whimpers to the skies
Who turn their frosty cheeks
Betrayed, the Earth weeps
Black ancient tears
......