Huge fans are spinning in the desert heat,
To scrub the poison from the heavy sky.
The ghosts of coal and oil find retreat,
Within the minerals that never die.
A giant lung of steel and chemical salt,
That breathes the fever from the warming world.
To bring the rising oceans to a halt,
Before the flags of storm are all unfurled.
It turns the gas to stone beneath the crust,
A silent penance for a century's greed.
To sweep away the suffocating dust,
And plant the future like a silver seed.
Though late we come to mend the broken air,
The engine labors with a frantic prayer.
19. The Social Score
A silent number follows where you go,
The sum of every purchase and a friend.
The subtle ways the digital waters flow,
To shape the path on which your steps depend.
A "like" is credit, and a frown is debt,
In this, the ledger of the common good.
We’re caught within a soft and invisible net,
Behaving exactly as the system said we should.
The rebel spirit finds the door is barred,
The train is missed, the loan is turned away.
The reputation is the only guard,
Against the darkness of a lonely day.
A velvet cage constructed out of "fair,"
That weighs the weightless value of the air.
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