The Death of Mermaids with their Watered Hair, Blonde, Red and Purple

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There once were mermaids — in our myths at least.

Our love of science and of facts has killed

Them off.  Technology has raised a beast,

A guillotine in liberty, and spilled

Their fish-like blood up on the platform made

For errant dreams.  Their slim necks spew out blood

Of nightmares.  Knowledge has become the blade

Of chomping steel.  Our daydreams now spout blood

In death of God and fairytales in eggs

Created not by Fabergé but by

Contraptions in a factory.  Now the dregs

Of mindlessness have learned to flay and fly.

  We cede our souls to AI wonders too.

    We walk on water made of lead, not blue.

~ Phillip Whidden