A new poem - Failing a Turing Test
In honour of the victims who died in Orlando, the survivors and their families and every queer person on the planet.
Failing a Turing Test
We water a tree of hate with fifty three dead,
wring hands, refuse to state the obvious,
as if queerness were catching, as if picking
a path through bodies, as if we can’t
acknowledge: a seed of hate is nurtured
in every heart each time we refuse
to say this was a gay hate crime.
A hate with long roots that blooms
in bruises and roses of torn flesh,
in the suicide of a savior of a million lives -
If this is intelligent human behavior
grant me the machine paradise.