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,
saying, "Visits
are my favourite poems.
Come and stay
the week?"
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?) -
the upgrade
will read everything.
"Big Bang research", from Lucky Day, Carcanet, 2005
This is an Informationist poem
All
texts unless otherwise stated © Richard Price
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