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"Although their more frightening applications were the focus of this particular conference, robots, he pointed out, will not uniformly be used for lethal activity." (via @ussbriefs via @albernaj)

"The Tears of God

On each grave, where women shed
Their rough-shaven hair,
Their grief and love
Of fellow countrymen,
A single flower bloomed,
A three-leaved shape,
The tears of God.

They crouched and wept
And dug the history of their sex,
Their bodies used
as instruments in war.

Split the stone now girl,
Bury your brother, your father,
Your lover and child.
Touch the rising of a new world.

Too much was asked.

From each of them,
A new hate was born.
Betrayals and divisions
Clinging damp
As blood-soaked shrouds.

Now we take your images,
The violent outcry of a broken politic,
Your labour, your disease and burdens.

I pluck the three green tears from our fields,
Paint the edge of laments,
Commit your violence to a cold sort of peace."

--Roisin Ní Neachtain

Moths.

Random # 310 = 622 in base-7; 6 + 2 + 2 = 10 lines

thirty man-moths
went into this art
a moment aired
then the dark drape closes

wasp-appease, dry wary
though it enfold a fortune
we forfeit
& the controls tremble

that make it fiercer or milder
once you learn the liripoop

Keats goes for a walk.