Scribes spent lives,
Copying.
Etching.
Carving.
Starving.
Skin is parchment and parchment skin, to them
Words are veins in rictus pulse.
Right click Paste
the muttering glide of fingers tap-dancing eyes prancing about a keyboard crowd crowing
Crowing.
We're somewhere in the middle.
Hand can write, fingers smite but -
The eyes, dull from Windows glare
Flicker dim in shocked cradles.
So rocks Generation Y.
Scribbling with straw for Z.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 2:39 PM UTC
Scribes spent lives,
Copying.
Etching.
Carving.
Starving.
Skin is parchment and parchment skin, to them
Words are veins in rictus pulse.
Right click Paste
the muttering glide of fingers tap-dancing eyes prancing about a keyboard crowd crowing
Crowing.
We're somewhere in the middle.
Hand can write, fingers smite but -
The eyes, dull from Windows glare
Flicker dim in shocked cradles.
So rocks Generation Y.
Scribbling with straw for Z.