The Trigger Unit
By Miguel Reznicek

The beautiful symbols on
the board
reflecting the magnitude
of thought
millions of years and
now he builds
the executor of his dreams

The child
now crystal clean
glimmers behind quartz glass
It’s banks all ready
It’s intricate mechanism waiting
how fragile the unit
how capable the mind

And then there is
The flaw
the scientist does not yet know
hidden in the network
of its silicon circuitry
lies dormant
the plastic
demon
of disaster

But the board still flaunts
its formulas with pride
and the scientist
weary, yet proud
smiles
chalk dust in his hands
horror in his future...