MAKING AND MADE
Each finds its master. Planed, sweet-smelling wood
Succumbs to the harder, insistent saw,
Succumbs to the harder, insistent saw,
Shaped and inscribed by synthetic diamonds
Manmade pretenders from no ancient world.
New worlds release an otter-smooth handle,
Hickory heft to the chisel’s sharp thrust.
Numbers define a steel blade right-angled
Aiding precisely our carpenter needs.
Simplicity sprung from myrmidon systems
Intimate gears forcing spiraling drives
Guided by maps of blind printed circuits
Carry a force that restrains and impels
Ultimate beat; the heart of production
Obedient yet to higher commands,
Hidden within the step-function action,
Muscle and sinew to master the switch.
Note: My apologies for flagging this such a long time ago. Its appearance was delayed because, in the interim, Julia had to teach me how to write a poem. Blame for its imperfections should be directed at me not at her for this - let's call it, verse - may well deserve the cliché judgement involving purses and sow's ears. Or possibly horse's...
Picture copyright 2001 by Jim Wilson
