Death
The Dragon hears,
he smiles,
After the Fire of blood, iridescent
An assembly-line
of misery and death,
Hammering steel,
The metal of the soul
Through eyes like Crystal Palaces
That see too much.
THE POET AS SCIENTIST, THE POET AS SCIENTIST
The Geek's Raven
[An excerpt, with thanks to Marcus Bales]
Once upon a midnight dreary,
fingers cramped and vision bleary,
System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor,
Longing for the warmth of bedsheets,
Still I sat there, doing spreadsheets:
Having reached the bottom line,
I took a floppy from the drawer.
Typing with a steady hand, I then invoked the SAVE command
But got instead a reprimand: it read "Abort, Retry, Ignore".
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