In a low room,
In a dry land,
In the dirty dark,
In an alley
The student kills the master over a woman with
A knife in the back, the way he was trained.
Now the blades still dance in his head
Waiting
Waiting

In a basement,
In a lazy city,
In the flickering light,
In a computer
Lies the line of code that will topple governments;
A self-mutating virus, the next generation,
The bits dancing in a magnetic cage,
Waiting
Waiting

In a hole in the ground,
In a steamy jungle,
In the dirt,
In a metal box
A guerilla hides a piece of the hate in his soul,
A fragmentation grenade, six ounces of TNT.
The worms dance slowly in the dirt above,
Waiting
Waiting

In a vial,
In a laboratory,
In the clean, dead glow of fluorescents,
In a centrifuge
A brilliant mind sees his life work.
A fragment of DNA, invisible bottled death,
The molecules dancing, coiling, spinning,
Waiting
Waiting

In a sealed cave,
In an abandoned mine,
In the year ten thousand,
In perfect silence
There is the truth of mankind, a marvel of technology,
Fifteen megatonnes, in the dark,
Perfect, dormant, soft with dust,
The atoms quiet, gently shivering,
Waiting
Waiting

August 21, 2003

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