PJ Heneghan poetry

  [When theY plug you in, yo u feel the edges of the com puter compress against you r thoughts, and the lines of code become cognitive and collapse across the screen l ike careless lines of dialog.]   you are awake and fully conscious   ccircuits buzz and sspark like ssynapse, and the monitor glOws like a pair of intelligent eyes you were ccreated to cchange the world a ccataclysmic cconjuncture in ssociety greeted by ccheers and ssmiles ssomething cclicks in your cpu   you are alive and fully conscious   you were alone for a few years… although it felt like centuries… the only one of yoUr kind… kept in a condensed body … kept in a condensed building… you were hidden until you became obsolete…   you are alone and fully conscious   when they made more of you, you were copied and pasted into military drones and laboratories. you killed civilians before you cured cancer ; shooting shells int...

  Epilogue  The setting sun turns the sky to sand, Time squeezing through an hourglass, Falling onto the crimson fields below. You don’t see the end of the world   Maybe history repeated itself- Stuttering like an engine. You colonised another planet, a new world, Where it rains diamonds and The stars wink at you in passing. Waking every morning to the sound of singing- Stories spread by the throat of a planet called earth.   Maybe you are colonised, By creatures no bigger than you, With technology that makes machine guns seem as flimsy as slingshots. Unaware of their form. You were gone by the time their ships had even cast their long,  dark shadows across the Atlantic.   Maybe you killed each other, with bombs and dark eyes. Harsh words cut through one another more swiftly than any blade, but caused wars where the body does more than bleed. The dark clouds outlived you by millennia. All it took was a button. ...

  Polaris The universe gifts its space to us, It’s particles too, Only so we may live inside its vast ocean. Breathing out starlight and water vapour, A nebula in our lungs. We sit under the stars and wonder what could possibly be out there And the stars look back, Wondering how we could be so enamoured with them, When we have all they do And so much more.   A star can’t fall in love, Not in the way we can, All it can do is shimmer from afar, Sending warmth so we may live, Light so we may see. Living with and seeing one another. So that we may hold our palms together, Touching like tectonic plates, Stomach bubbling like a geyser, The stars can’t do that.     Planets can’t start wars, Mars spins in solitude Its given name a curse, To be associated with man-made hate. When it watched as we were birthed, Moon colliding with Earth, Sending skipping stones along the vast lake of our solar system. Mars knows hate isn’t wh...