[A Google Poem]
To swell the gourd, stellar flashes of energy!
Art is one of the last stongholds of magic,
Mermaids, donuts, and musical concrete
That video gamers create to defeat the machines.
The weekly animal market in Baghdad, trilling
Songbirds, barking dogs and bleating goats —
The mundane mixes with the exotic, collecting glitter,
Rhinestones, dyed feathers, painted shells and plastic beads.
One Greek Orthodox cathedral was brilliantly lit.
Easter had arrived. A side door opened.
Out came an old man in a tsarist uniform
With calypso steel drums played by The Hip Hippos.
From Greek “harsh sounding,” plus “bad, evil,”
Composed entirely of women, their nickname “Sirens”
Suggests choralistes par excellence of the undead,
Vaguely vegetable forms. Their meanings are private.
Haru Matsumoto, an OSU engineer, helped design
The omnidirectional hydrophone to record ambient noise
In the frothy Pacific Ocean near Micronesia;
The actual product was a dried pouch of brine shrimp.
Whale vocalizations were used to find food
Or head to mating. Humpbacks and killer whales
Were more likely to be misdirected by ship noise,
Lulled in to sleep with the euphony of their voices.
Moore’s Law contends it’s getting cheaper and easier
To crunch data. All around New Zealand, the Cacophony
Project has been turning birdsong into data, with
Loyal Toon supporters the most vocal fans in football.
The pressure-cooker of Pop-Art and power drills,
Plus those humans, who turned themselves into toons
With special paint and prosthetics, drowned in
Reparation and prison issues that overwhelmed Jamaica.
[Disposable Google Poem March 15, 2016]