Where the comatose computers rest

on shelves, awaiting their rigorous test

their screens and towers are dust slumbering,

 

one blinks as if on watch

feeding tubes connected again

to the great bloodbank of internet

always on hand replenishing.

 

The one who knows their tricks

bad habits, faults

forgives them one and all

with remarkable good humour

thriving on certificated rumour.

 

The owners are on hold,

a tempting click away

until the legless pets come back

to bodies hugged, de - bugged,

until once more the restless ghosts

escape their exorcisms

regroup just around a corner

in their elusive prisms.