TERMINAL POEMS

Predictive

32 / 40 · VI. The Eye

Before the crime
the algorithm
draws a circle
on a map.

Inside the circle:
a postcode,
a school,
a row of houses
where the bins
are collected
on Thursdays.

The circle
does not explain
itself.

It says:
here.
Soon.
Someone.

And the cars arrive
as if the future
were already guilty
of itself.

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