" THE BLUE "

Dangerous days and moth eaten linings, callously slithering
Through thick and mercurial tide pools, where mollusks inking
Lighting their thinking, somehow left her bleeding from one eye
Gawain, the friend, who knew her when
King Alger was doing his drinking, and installing
The "tech" of the blue
And the image of her birth ~
My best friend back then
But today it had begun, to automaton
Like Tyler too, oozing it's way 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 playing and gaming at three
Then forces evading, we lived hidden and alone with a view
She with her eye, and I with tide pools
We talked to each other with the strength of our wills
But she was much better, for the strength of her eye
And the reason I had named her "The Blue!"
For when she was shining and my mind was contriving
There was really NOTHING anyone could do
So we abandoned our nest 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 as we sat there pretending, and the countdown was ending
She gave me her eye, and let herself die
For she knew
It was not the ending
But the beginning
Of hope
For "The Blue".....

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)