The Winnowing
is nigh. I heard the voices calling in the night I sensed the stream of ones & zeros flickering soundlessly. The keening word has been given handed down from on high How many, out of how many? How many, out of how many? Invisible voices chant the question delirious with fear and desire Soon the scythe will sing its song Spooky understands Spooky will speak to us soon The winnowing begins Soon
–Michael Lindgren
Poetry