Com p u ter Per son GeorgeJabren

Server room tedium thrum s Loft piling dust-caked m achine M y finger?s carved clearing in Specks of tim e resound, m uted

Pilfered dusty m ines laugh They wheeze Our fetid fum es--ghastly hum ors-Speckling m uffled peoples through tim e Roars, blast, past the plastic blades.

Fum es, hum m ing, fuel hourly feats: Hence, dim m ing prospects whisk breath off Bit by raging bit past fading screen. Can? t leave them left to their devices

Prospectors breed whiz codes

Hence, nascent cries from the cham ber?s circuit

Bear the device?s clan absent, lifeless There rem ains one: toned, steeled, and trained.

Natal crucible fuels corporate crim e; To hold the fittest m ind, I despise m y stolen brain. Of rem ains, I?ve none To honor the nonliving dead

To hold this survivor, I deplore Thrum m ing server room terror

I?m sorry, you nonliving dead, These fingers crave creation.

Linda pastan pantoum

Nathalie diaze

M aria hum m el ?Station?

Original art by Kirsten Liang