Reset: the pill
Against rough age,
Rich in mutations,
Leathered with scars,
Big as December,
Thick as marble
And heavy as the Moon—
Control-Alt-Delete!
January, the size of a dot,
A perfect functional kernel.
The rest of RAM is zero:
Bare plowed land
For seedling March,
For August’s hot corn.
Everyone grows from a dot.
Everything boots from a bit.
Even the repulsive dodo
Never lays her egg:
Clogging the shaft,
It grows unchecked
Till it pops her liver—
The newborn bird,
Flightless and alone,
Lunches on her mother’s rot.
