ALGORITHM: ELEGY FOR A FRACTURED EARTH

I know some hate when the poet states the meaning of a poem they have written. But here is a small piece of my mind into this poem: The poem speaks directly to the anxieties of the 21st century.

ON a certain (night let’s say)

when clueless(travelers)swipe past our

economic despairs�"code

whispers (like a meadow’s hum:servers

singing electric) & simulations shuffle

queens/kings across pixel-skinned tables

influencers veil streaming fabricated harmony;

neon gradients spill sunsets pixelated

tweets rage & trendstorms howl.

he flinches(yes)comedy drips onto

the viral-stage / and

meanwhile the marginalized sink

glossy(ly glossily)distractions above them.

in his tired(vision fractured)

corporate moonshots(flying from valleys

of silicon); deserts (now bloom fleets)

while shadows simmer(oh revolutions)

at empire-cores: beneath concrete

(chairs of throne ergonomic)

the flattened(earth�"fading)�"compressed

into hashtags; cables West to Africa’s

tired o(cean)s.

a ballet then: memes recycled nights sleepless

synthetics/chemical songs //algorithms pulse

digital(illusions wherever

jetlag lands your soul): even

the simplest(scientist)knows

the suffocating fog: eco(guilt)-carbon(remorse)

cannot (hold)�"no; the storms (they uncoil)

wildfires rage glaciers (crumbling) tectonic

fury(a symphony of planet’s)roil�"

extinction’s fist(knoCK knoCKS)�"

myths forgotten(sciEnce unheeded)

a red flash countdown(what remains)

for any still daring (to) look.

:: 01.15.2025 ::

Author's Note

My poem critiques not just environmental degradation but also the societal tendency to prioritize digital convenience and superficial connectivity over meaningful action. I mention "memes recycled nights sleepless" encapsulates the cyclical, often hollow nature of online activism, where issues are fleetingly acknowledged but rarely resolved.