Machines

I’ll grant you a modern laptop			
hooked up to an HP printer				
is a more efficient and cer-				
tainly a cleaner means to re-			
produce yr message than				
the whirling drum of rebellious			
black ink we depended upon 				
back in nineteen fifty-seven. 				
But when my spellcheck wants to change 			
brideshead to birdseed, I wonder			 	
whether that satirist of misuse				
whose black warriors ate their British			
boots and used a tank to melt down		
belligerent recruits would laugh or cringe 		
waiting for the machine to send 			
out once a year condolences 				
that the man who’d mocked stupidity			
had traded life in a mansion				
for a sack of sunflower seeds?

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Brian Sambourne

Date: 3/15/2022 5:13:00 PM

Very cleverly written, Bill, and true as well. Spellcheck is our nemesis. Machines, technology - I'd trade much of it for a sack of sunflower seeds. Be well. Cheers Brian