Eyes in blood

It’s late as hell, my eyes are almost in blood and all I can remember is this poem from dhartmei’s page:

The computer center is empty,
Silent except for the whine of the cooling fans.
I walk the rows of CPUs,
My skin prickling with magnetic flux.
I open a door, cold and hard,
And watch the lights dancing on the panels.
A machine without soul, men call it,
But its soul is the sweat of my comrades,
Within it lie the years of our lives,
Disappointment, friendship, sadness, joy,
The algorithmic exultations,
The long nights filled with thankless toil,
I hear the echoes of sighs and laughter,
And in the darkened offices
The terminals shine like stars.

— Geoffrey James, The Zen of Programming

One thought on “Eyes in blood

  1. Well..all I can say..is kudos for the inspiration of the author. Even in the bytes there is some poetry. Cheers!

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