*[claw clause on every deadly wand :
toxic particulates fuming from
an intoxicating tip,
combustion tripping down on indulgence,
both ignorance and innocence suffering :
ash and sulfur—
a corporate incantation]

You rail, you flail,
Your brain is in jail ;
Falling in a coffin,
Clawhammer and nail .

Sealed in a bubble bobbing
On a sea of trouble ;
Semipermeable—
Selected voices whisper
Past bluster blisters :

Impenetration
By talking–point bullets,
Past self–sealing double
Phospholipid sequestration
Of cortextual analysis :

A pricking tickle
Of pickled grey matter
Sampled simple black&white,
Voltage of doltage tissue applied ;
Insipid synapses lurch
With trigger issues until :
It’s alive !

Resurrection :
In the dread of night,
The undead hatters march .

Such a step down from war-room machines
With tape reels, punch cards, and eerie green screens ;
The dot matrix printers hammering glyphs,
Zipping out reams :   my reluctance to shift

Toward digital homes, from analogue
Continuity—the move from prologue
Of gigantic boxes of vacuum tubes
To pocket phones replacing mainframe rooms .

The information age grows like kudzu :
Resistance futile, chips in all purviews .
From punch cards of babbage to turing-complete ;
To a world-wide net of nothing discrete .

Great !   information now, not later—
But look out for the terminator .