The Rapture
A data center
almost the size of Manhattan
powered by three reactors
will be built near New Orleans
by men living in trailers,
eating from food trucks
where there had been pecan groves.
A data center
is a rumor mill.
It tells an AI somewhere
what we’ve been saying
all along behind closed doors
so it can learn to imitate
and trick us.
Soon it will
open all the crypts
and rapture secrets
until accounts of great wealth,
are exchanged in a paroxysm,
in a language few, then none
will know.
