…a flaming sword flashing back and forth to guard the way to the tree of life.
Technology makes madness
without a human governor.
Who wants to be a line of code?
Nerds build toys ignoring the
law of unintended consequences.
Will that robot vacuum eat your toes?
Is your smart phone
too smart for your own good?
Could an algorithm eat Chicago?
When does the programmer
slip into the shoes of god
and unleash some virulent imago
upon the fragile world of flesh,
providing various virtual trees
from which we eat at great risk?
And when we choose wrong,
who will the design
the angry angelic holograms
to stand guard at the entrances
of the gardens of our exile?
Signs of our own undoing
that eternally prevent our return.
to how smart we thought we were.