winds of fire scourge the land smothering mountains choking valleys consuming all smoke billows captures the clouds a dark foreboding an orange sky a mere glimpse of a future foretold
I am unable to focus.
It surrounds me,
chasing me from behind.
I plot its path forward.
I change direction,
but I’m unable
to elude it.
It is everywhere
Constant yet elusive.
I obsess over it.
It ignores me.
It is with
that I seek
“We blur the world to focus on it and blind ourselves to see.”
~ Carlo Rovelli, Physicist, on the nature of time
They’ve termed them, “the metal-collars” the robotic workers of our age an artificial workforce already on the stage.
It’s a troubling scenario, more prone to prose,
but this poet must expose it in a verse they don’t yet know.
Can metal-collared robots replace humankind?
With artificial intelligence, they can replicate the mind.
But the heart is where true love and wisdom reside,
where artists and poets create with the tides.
Machines and robots may take over our tasks
but there’s no human heart under their masks.
To be human is to feel, to love, and to dream,
to write poems, make art, write songs and to sing.
But what if this is the future that was meant to be?
What if metal-collared workers allow humans to be free?