Shadows of Command
Let's workshop this poem about agency and the potential for each of us to become entrenched in supporting dark machines bigger than ourselves—a potential that should awaken our empathy
Shadows of Command
Do not be so quick
to damn these hirelings:
were we steeped
equally in shadow—
groomed
by overseers dispensing
half-truths, shuffled
onto the stage clutching
incomplete scripts—
what doom march
might we feel
disgraceful to oppose?
