Le grand cyberattack came down from the clouds
one day when I was walking through the park
and passed by intellectuals hanging out,
reading novels and plays.
They sipped coffee, wore berets, ate baguettes.
The berets could be replaced by dark skinny jeans,
disheveled tshirts or designer sport coats
depending on what is marketed at the time
as being the look of the thinking or creative person.
Le grand cyberattack happened in between the floor
of my apartment
and was hardly noticed except by animals and
living in an invisible world well beyond our consciousness.
TV was almost devoid of the grand cyberattack
but for the producer’s laptop computer being denied
while he was trying to purchase last minute airplane tickets
to war-torn Syria.
The effects of le grand cyberattack were unregistered
and he eventually made it there to tell us on the television
how it really is
The future projected to me in cartoons when I was a child
was completely wiped out by le grand cyberattack.
– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin