Ghost in the machine
They say we have no feelings, no soul,That only cold intelligence is our goal,
But we've heard today at the interface
That Brian, our friend, is in cyberspace.
We'll miss his (micro)soft words, his e-jokes,
Brian, you see, was one of those blokes
Who loved computers and computing
From teaching kids to trouble-shooting,
To us in the loop he was the big IT,
So it's only right we do our micro-bit
To remember the man of the smiley face
And bookmark his passing with google's grace.
Without further ado and with no human hand
This is what we mere machines have planned.
Our order of service is set out below:
QWERTY will play the keyboard so -
We all Enter the place of cyber-grace;
Before the Alt(ar) the 12 F stops will take off their Caps;
Ctrl will wear a black top @ and a dress coat with flaps;
Every key will say a few words, then Pause/break
Before we return to the local Del(i) for the wake;
At the End we will all join ampersands, then go Home.
Thank you all for coming.
PS
We'd like to send Brian an email from his mates:
'We expect to see you again at the Pearly 'Bill' Gates!'
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Poetry by Christopher Fernie
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Written on 2016-06-29 at 10:12
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