" THE BLUE "

Dangerous days and moth eaten linings
Callously slithering
Through thick and mercurial tide pools
Where mollusks, inking
Lighting their thinking
But left her bleeding
From one eye.....

Gawain, the friend, who first knew her when
King Alger was doing his drinking
Installing
The tech of "The Blue"
The image of her birth,
My best friend back then, today had begun
To automaton like Tyler too, oozing
Into the new.....

Her mind, fabrication, physique, steely plating
But her eye, came straight
From "The Blue".
As small children,
We had both brain-tumored at two
And began gaming and playing at three
Then forces evading, we lived quietly
Alone
With a view....

She, with her eye, and I, with tide pools
We talked to each other, with our will
But she was much better
For the strength of her eye
And the reason I named her
"The Blue"
For when she was shining
And I was contriving
There was really nothing
Anyone could do....

So we left, and went far away
Where governments, had nothing to say
But we all know the ending
When government spending
Couldn't control their creation
And left us
With nothing to do....
 

So, we sat there pretending
As the countdown was ending
When she gave me her eye
And let herself die
She knew
It was not the end
Of
"The Blue"....

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)