I Sing #1 (Possibly of a series but I haven't decided yet)
I sing the offices of State and Power
Whose Priests are sitting in their cubicles
While stamping papers in some glass-bound tower
Or chatting at the water cooler trimming cuticles
Opining as a Chorus what we need
Ain't depths computers haven't plumbed for years
But good old-fashioned folders - before speed
Required passwords, proofs, cute questions, tears (or cheers
If you can ever find these or recall
What digits you last used or Mum's last name
Or what your pet was called or if these all
Are lost for ever to your everlasting shame) .
This is no sonnet but an introduction
I sing with plans for future tax reduction.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem