“The Light to Our Worship”: A Poem from The Future by Armando Jaramillo Garcia

Vertical farming is coming

The rain will grow your hair back

Friends will be a dime-a-dozen

Real ones will still be scarce

Floods will balloon the bodies of thoughts

Only science may prick to disastrous results

And from that they’ll gather the seeds

For their machines which will sting to touch

Kites will bishop the light to our worship

Which is corralled below by a series

Of chips that have finally conquered

The corrosive heat of their activities

Fingers will be wired for speed

Ambidextrous we’ll pass the days

Overburdened but relieved

A buzzing in the ears mistaken for voices

A helping hand the first step into the bin of weakness

But those that come after cut from the same wheat

Congealed into a mass easy to shape

Will bear a resemblance which is comfort

Whether we fight it or not

Armando Jaramillo Garcia was born in Colombia, South America and raised in New York City. He graduated from Aviation High School and attended Hunter College. Prelude Books published his debut collection of poetry, The Portable Man, in 2017.

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