There’s so much code today
There’s so much code today
Whirring like the blades of a helicopter.
It must be apocalypse, now
Setting in the eye of corn moons,
A harvest rare as rain
In Seattle.
There’s so much code today
It goes up into space, and back down to our hands.
Faster than lightning,
Words
Burn the backs of mules
Bearing bile.
There’s so much code today
{%name%} barely knows who {%genderPronoun%} {%beVerb%} any more.
I thought I could tell a lie
When it bit me
Until I lied to myself
And was the last to find out.
There’s so much hate today
People can barely recognize it.
It walks through the desert
And asks for nothing.
There’s so much code today.
