Dirge at the Digital End

A Sonnet. From an Iron Age Media Prompt: "The Emergence"

Here at the edge of this natural world

Encased within artifice—zeroes and ones

Coding shines through as the landscape unfurls

Flickering frames hold the half-rendered sun

This is the end, it’s as far as I go

Within this mirror that mocks man and God

Naught else to learn though my heart wish to know

I wake in a place where truth is called odd

Surrounded by caskets happy to sleep

I yearn for the Wild our ancestors tamed

I’ve nothing to do but ponder and weep

For living and life reduced to a game

Return to your rest, says Overseer’s voice

You need your safety, convenience and choice