Big Bang research
I know them by their poems,
attachments that can't be read.
"It's just finished. Not really.
Is that last line way too much?"
Then I'm tap tapping,
are my favourite poems.
Come and stay
Letters arrive, less.
Could paper be made from leaves?
Autumn's over. We're binary
but we're not digits -
I hear attachments, attachments
are an accident
of big bang research.
The upgrade (you know
this new upgrade?) -
will read everything.
"Big Bang research", from Lucky Day, Carcanet, 2005
This is an Informationist poem
texts unless otherwise stated © Richard Price