Let’s go back to where we started
Ctrl + Z,
this fast shortkey monuments
flanking the old keyboard:
weak and numb
like the torso of a goat
greatest of all time—
a steatite boulder from which
the chips girdled the core
to make of it a band, let’s go back to our mothers days,
watching them punch their cards,
and code their language,
a creation story—
her hand poised at the word Submit.
Her detailed comments,
as she documents her thoughts,
let’s hit rewind,
before the geeky glasses and hoodies
let’s take a step back,
to the chair Ada lovelace sat
as she pondered on her algorithm
an ancient manuscript,
of love, sweat and vision;
back to the beginning,
before computing, algorithms, artificial, intelligence, chips
these words that flood us
hit rewind, what else do you see?