Echoes of the Paris Commune in a Digital Graveyard

The communards still whisper
through fiber optic cables,
their dreams encoded
in forgotten server farms.

1871 uploads itself
into cloud storage:
barricades built from broken
links and dead websites.

Père Lachaise’s ghosts
haunt social media,
their last stand replayed
in endless buffering.

Louise Michel tweets
from digital exile,
her black flag still waving
through corrupted files.

The streets they fought for
now flow with data,
each pixel a paving stone
torn from virtual boulevards.

Their blood runs binary
through network architecture,
revolutionary packets
lost in dark web corners.

Listen: the Internationale
plays in system sounds,
while algorithmic Versailles
plots counterrevolution.

We build new communes
in abandoned chat rooms,
raise digital barricades
against platform capitalism.

The Wall of the Federals
becomes a firewall,
each deleted account
a martyred communard.

Their seventy-two days
loop endlessly in cache,
cached memory holding
what history forgot.

See how they march still
through broken links,
their red flags glitching
across dead screens.

In this graveyard
of forgotten platforms,
revolution stirs again
in sleeping servers.

The Commune lives
in network protocols,
each failed connection
a seed of resistance.

We are all communards now,
building tomorrow
in the ruins
of silicon dreams.