Memphis air
children breathe dust
from engines of profit,
from Musk’s machine.



A Stargate opens:
colossal halls of data,
half a trillion sunk
into stone and wire.



Minerals carved
from earth’s marrow,
supply chains
drawn in blood and fire.



On screens,
a girl not real
sells us desire,
while spammers
feed on catastrophe.



Colossus rises,
but the lungs of Memphis
bear the weight.