In the beginning
we came from Africa, dreaming,
traversing the savanna and desert,
imagining the bright light on the hill.
We migrated through the heartlands of Europe,
traversing the mountains and plains.
We settled down,
tending our animals and crops,
and our learned men invented science
ignited by the bright light on the hill.
They gave us energy and machines,
and the gods and kings were pleased.
We’ve walked on the powdery moon
and cured almost every ill
as we followed the bright light on the hill.
DNA and AI both threaten and glitter
as the populations roil and simmer.
and the gods and scientists began to slumber.
Ever more me-people buzz in their urban hives,
and curiosity and hope and imagination are dwindling.
Oh! The light is wavering! The dreams are fading!
And the rich become the refugees
escaping to another land,
and Nature will regain the upper hand.
(c) 2018 Larry Kilham
He walked the desert in our land.
He saw shards and wrecks
scattered in the sand.
Not broken pots or pillars of stone,
but avatar people talking
on everyone's phone.
He heard a ghostly voice
from a gossamer muse,
“Look around for what's nice -
something besides plastics and rust.
The creations of art and music
fed the worms and now are dust.”
(c) 2017 Larry Kilham
Larry Kilham is a Sloan School of Management graduate from MIT, received three patents, and has founded two high-tech companies. He comes from a family with strong interests in nature and explores how high-tech humankind can thrive symbiotically with nature. His poetry is a promising approach and has been well-received.