Nothing is permanent

Nothing is permanent

It never was.

Life is

An imperfect state

With little clarity

Of purpose.

The sky is full of chatter

Circuit boards in space.

Pinpoint acuity

With little pause

For thought,

Evolves into a lack of empathy,

Electric clocks

Without a face.

There is token imprecision

Reverse engineered

Artificially created

Presentably analogued

To humanise debate.

When the decision

To exterminate

Is a quantum theory

Acceptable casualties

Are dehumanised

As collateral.

Leaving the survivors

To be forever damaged

And associated

By their guilt.

The innocent, servile

To the promise

Of a greater good.

We are a ticking bomb

An interface

Of unknown variables.

Flesh and blood,

Too fragile

For the modern world.

A human disease,

Cadavers before we

Are born.