It’s Just a House

30 December, 2010

in poems

Another new yet retrospective offering at Bat, Bean, Beam.  (Poor Giovanni; he goes on holiday and I flood the archives!  Would that schedules were synchronisable!)

When the long-lived widow died
the mortgage on her house was paid
and the balance of her estate
divided between her seven children.

With its share, one family bought a modem,
32K.
Nothing so fast had you ever seen
nor noisy had you heard till then.

Memories and messages flung down a cable
through the gargling, the garbling
of the connecting machine.

It was the vo voi voic voice
voice voic voi vo
voi voic voice of home.





{ 1 comment… read it below or add one }

Giovanni 1 January, 2011 at 12:47

Yes, poor Giovanni. I also hate it when I go on holidays and people credit money into my bank account, for the record.

Reply

Leave a Comment

Previous post:

Next post: