Within the Analects of some genius,
Beneath elegant metaphor, critical thought,
Evidence and proofs; detect a scream
From the unconscious simpleton.
There was once a time worse than this,
When all light sucked into a flash was
Aborted and subverted to greyscale,
A quiet portrait of a neurotic.
Beyond his machine brain was the
Heavy denial and silence of his friends –
That silly brute that demands justice
Whimpering within clenched jaws.
It is not our geniuses or mathematicians
Our artificial intelligence or otherwise
That can demand any decency – but
Within each is that unrelenting savant
Butchering Enigmas and sorting meat parts
Encoding futures and digging wells
Loading guns and devouring apples --
We have failed ourselves.
We have failed the fragile intellect
The thin needle upon which Atlas balances
We have failed the aimless dolt
Residing in the space across each rib.
Those entrenched in florid thought
Recalculating our raptures
Are too entrenched in the gouging fingers
Of their mindless superiors.
When the idiot within us demands
That we derive no joy from suffering,
The stone-faced foreheads of our elect
Will assure no such derailment.
Were I there, I would have
I would have held the poor man’s hand
I would have run fingers through his plastered hair
I would have thanked, congratulated, praised
I would have appreciated and embraced
I would have stood, the defiant reins
I would have screamed the song of the idiots:
We demand indifference.