Computer Heart

Poem By Elena Goldenberg

I feel computers’ heart down in my chest
its beat as low and level as a Monday morning
its digital command of visors in my head
as perfect as a neatly staged religious mourning

I feel computers’ blood down in my veins
its selfless calm living a hundred deaths
its speculative mood and coolness of its lens
its touchless hands and sweet aroma breath

I feel computers’ mind up in my brain
And down my spine its icy bone-clad tail
its ruthless numbers running with disdain
yet my complaints again of no avail

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