Image by Bill Kasman from Pixabay
Like Giant Hogweed
From a cloud
high above
my data watch over me.
Images of
chandeliers,
broken bathroom sockets,
dark alleys and parcels,
pricelists, phone numbers and cats,
towels and orange trees,
they never sleep.
My data
upload themselves
regularly.
They know how important it is
to preserve everything
for posterity.
Long after I’m gone
this is how the world will remember me.
My data are getting more vigilant day by
day.
Because nothing should be forgotten,
nothing lost.
They grow and multiply.
They form connections.
My data create new data.
I hope they never leak.
Otherwise they could sink the world.
Life as we know it would be extinct
and my data would take over and spread
like giant hogweed.
GloPoWriMo Day 11 - a poem about a very large thing
Note: apparently, giant hogweed is invasive in North America. It also seems to be a rather unpleasant plant.
Hi Natasa. Visiting from NaPoWriMo. Such a unique take. Our digital footprints aren't little things.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Sonia.
DeleteI'm afraid we're enslaved by our gadgets nowadays... This cracked me up: "My data create new data. / I hope they never leak."
ReplyDeleteWe are indeed enslaved. I am constantly deleting stuff, both on my phone and online, and yet new stuff keeps popping up. That's why I have a feeling that the data are multiplying on their own :))
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