The Computer Tech

The Computer Tech


He knows what he is doing.
Sure-footed, every step
Is planned and lands upon the earth exactly.
Computers are his bailiwick,
To build them or repair -
While in his brain is room for other things,
And life and people.


3-26-14


War


4 a.m.  I couldn't sleep.
I'm tired and I sad.
Since New York I've been associated
With a war.
The radio now has a song for me.
A song of few that has a tune,
Harmony and words.
“It's a cold war.”
The song repeats.
Then with ragged rhythm, “Do
You know what you're fighting for?”
Insistent and accusing,
And the words are in my head.
And some 40 years ago,
A woman in the park,
Slouched exhausted on a bench
In a battle helmet,
Put there by Jacqui Schiff or god,
And meant for me to see.
I'm not a warrior.
I just resist.  I do not fight.
And all of my resistance is defeated.
But had I not resisted every
Image that I saw,
I would be a vegetable in Patton.
This is help?  This is contact?
This is an illusion.


3-26-14