Programmer’s woes

December 31st, 2003 admin

Magic, black art, wizardry,
and spells and casts they pale,
when compared to what we do
in the realms of the nanoscale.

Programmers of the world are we
and here we are to stay
as long as the domestic electron
shall bow down and obey.

Programs, as they call our words,
uttered in many a varied tongue,
are battered and chopped and strewn and mopped
and simplified rung by rung …

Not carelessly diced and dumped mind you,
but precisely arranged and ingested
compiled and linked with other tongues before
the drops and bits are fed

to the electrons gliding drawn by forces
magnetic in their incessant lure,
through streets, under wells, over pipes, across channels
into the layers druggerd, doped, impure.

They do as we command, by the billions they heed
and question not ever their lives
pushed around under mass hypnosis,
yet, only to obey faster, they strive.

The revolution, the uprising, the overthrow,
comes when we dictators least ecpect
The ranks and files of this nanoscale
subconsciously might forget

that all the space they own and use
must one time be let go,
their holding it or changing it,
brings us dictators grief and woe.

long nights and days are lost in thought
and chases down many a narrow lane
when overworked, confused they send up the rungs,
the “Segmentation Fault” complain!

(Anil Krishna, 2003)

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