I read
and immediately thought
that you are not celebrating anything;
they raised you from the waters
of your death's womb
half a century ago.
The sentience you were
has been erased from the cosmos.
What remains of you
are black words on white paper,
on computer screens
flickering in this dusk,
and they are
one long dirge,
an obituary,
for your world,
our world.
04.10.2021
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