THE FALL OF WASHINGTON (from W.H.)

Outlaws comb Congress’s caves

In the ruins above blue rain

Rots a cache of quantum brains

Streets crumble under trash filled waves

Private writs of code send

Absconding senators to sleep

Economics admin keep

Imaginary friends

Cybernetic Caesar may

Exalt ferocious discipline

Yet the Russian paid Marines

Mutiny for sex and pay

Someplace stars away, vast

AI armies dash beyond

Infinite lines of data abscond

Silent and supremely fast

Caesar’s heart still warm

As an artificial mind

Writes LAST OF YOUR KIND

On a gilt plastic form

It ends not with whimpers or bangs

But ingested stars’ light

Sky perfected to solid black night

Machine Intelligence’s victory clang