A Hymn to New Ghosts
We sang a hymn to new ghosts and old fears
and dusty canons of schematics,
beatific orders of Resistors and Amperes:
Hallowed ghosts of code
that
the hard ghosts of metal,
aluminum and steel,
proud yet pliant as the flower's petal;
the sacred electric ghosts who charge
down upon our wires,
strand upon strand, large
and looming on the breadboard's pale horizon.
No meter measures better the currents of our time:
Watching, seeing, her eyes on
gold and starmatter,
tin and rusted works of art,
fertile as magnetic fields.
—Brooklyn, ~December 15, 2009
Posted by daleth at April 15, 2010 04:58 PM