Engineering

The spindle-limbed and spider-minded mechanisms speedily advance
Dismantling the reality their enemy has hitherto enforced:
Bland monolithic castles, dreams of order formed in philosophic trance
By which the truth of absolutes and other rigid dicta was endorsed.

The future is insectile - busy, specialised and never asking why
With swarms of information bearing pestilence through overheated air
Constructing labyrinthine webs where senses of direction starve and die
While bugs and fixes battle in the clouds of doubt and inbuilt disrepair.

Thus energy and entropy in karmic balance manically increase
And no-one knows the limit of their spiral through the void of time and space
Or if we’ll still be breathing when the convolutions break apart and cease
— If so, we’ll bless and curse the ever-present Gadget Maker to his face.

Simon MacCulloch lives in London. His poems live in Reach Poetry, The Dawntreader, Spectral Realms, Aphelion, Black Petals, Grim and Gilded, Ekstasis, Pulsebeat Poetry Journal, Ephemeral Elegies, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Emberr, View from Atlantis, Altered Reality, The Sirens Call, The Chamber Magazine, I Become the Beast, Lovecraftiana, Awen and elsewhere.

Find more by Simon MacCulloch in the Author Index.