Tonight's Poet Corner: Untitled
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by Belinda Roddie
I went to a hacker convention.
Pre-pubescent computer wizards
hovered over keyboards like stony gargoyles
hunched over a scattered cemetery of
circuits and wires and tombstone monitors.
I half-expected their fingers to meld
with metal, to melt like hot
metal on plastic
letters that spelled out defiance
in a bestial reaction.
by Belinda Roddie
I went to a hacker convention.
Pre-pubescent computer wizards
hovered over keyboards like stony gargoyles
hunched over a scattered cemetery of
circuits and wires and tombstone monitors.
I half-expected their fingers to meld
with metal, to melt like hot
metal on plastic
letters that spelled out defiance
in a bestial reaction.
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