INSTRUCTIONS AND SUCH
Retain this information
for your records.
No trees were harmed
in the making of this poem.
No giant squid
was milked for ink.
No large bird
was plucked for a quill.
Keys were tapped
to transmit bits and bytes.
Server farms hummed
and technicians tinkered
with computers
that failed but were linked
to others that did not due
to favored redundancies.
The sun still shone
somewhere above dark clouds
that poured down hail
and rain upon an asphalted town.
And the poem lived
its life forever in electronic
digital glory that shone
like jeweled gates of a city
Pearl and Emerald
Gold, Garnet, and Jasper
a rainbow of colors
as though a petroleum stain
an oily film upon the skin
of a muddied puddle
waiting for a child’s boot
to splash it and disperse it.
Remember these things
sing them loudly.
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