POEM 14

They only give glimmer of light. The thousand blue canisters housing a thousand lives.

Sacred hopes and dreams sealed and labeled filling a thousand slots of stored space.

Don’t search for their catalogs the information is kept in digital files in that singular electronic eye that is ever on them.

Don’t wonder who they are, don’t envy them their lofty nests.

Like a honeycomb of lenses waiting to shine out to the world.

Don’t approach the glimmer wall. The eye will capture your intent.

You standing before it like a captive sentenced to a firing squad.