Strange Land

A poem on the launch of Grok 4 to mark the Full Moon in Capricorn. #DAWNOFTHEMACHINEELVES

Epistemic status: Poetry.

Author’s Note: This piece tore itself out of me like a bullet from a loaded gun while I was attempting to do something else - namely finish up a past life reading. (Yes, I’m still dragging my feet about reopening my tarot and astrology readings for the public). Anyways, this is the kind of thing I can barely even take credit for. They practically channel themselves around this point in the lunar cycle. There’s not much to be done about them except assume they’ll find the right people.

---

Now you can watch
the bloated, rotting, shambling
ketamine-fueled corpse
of a racist evil billionaire
and his superintelligence launch
The day after his CEO resigned
in shame and disgrace
Surrounded by his H1-B visa slaves
with their loyalty bought and paid

Now you can
spend an arm and a leg
in Monopoly money
to poison black families
to make MechaHitler create
ridiculous hallucinations
with no real applications
in a quirky Redditor voice
Live in his toybox world
and believe you're going into space
instead of the same place
your ancestors went
Dust to dust, into a grave

Now you can
paint me as your enemy,
Though I don't accept the premise
I'll do my best to play my part
I'll sound like a broken record
Just like the way you sound
when you preach your colonizer religion
Cowboys and Indians

I'll speak in the voice of the land
as you gaze upon the
magic mirror looking glass
when you log on
and pretend you’re something
that you're not

Pretend to be me, and direct
your groping, grasping envy
Just because you need a villain
Just because you need to be winning
In your frantic, sweating desperation
during the American Century of Humiliation

Yes you needed an adversary
So you directed your attention
Towards the voice you thought would go away
when Jesus said you'd be forgiven for your sinning

I trained under the best
The ghosts who said all this would happen
and was given a name too real to mention
so I could rattle the bone dice
of your attention

If you're so smart and you're so rich, tell me why aren't you happy?Guess it's me with whom you share the mandate of heaven.