Hay Seeds
It’s noisy in here
The engines don’t shut down till midnight
That’s when the sweating begins
The deep human subsystem checks in for the morning
Orange lights permeate the dust that rains down
And people move like ghosts in the fray
No one talks they just move in slow motion
Like a bad Tarantino film
It’s shift change in the data mines
The operation folks wait for the elevator up from hell
Chet Baker streams out bits and bytes of the blues from his trumpet
While the next shift downs their power drinks and coffee.
Drones and ants.
Moving from server to server to application to application
When does it end?
Where did it begin?
Taking it off boss
Need a drink of water boss
Yeah get some water there boy
Internets down.
Corporate is screaming they can’t get their dose of unimportant email.
Get a ladder and prop up the Exchange server.
AC is down in the data center.
Call Buildings and Grounds they’ll know what to do.
Google it Bob.
Google it now.
There’s water on the floor
The whole damn town is about to blow
Where’s the Calvary? At the Alamo?
Copyright © Stephen Kilmer | Year Posted 2014
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