poetry
A Taxonomy of Failure
The enamel cracked, a morbid, chalky white, Where sugar feasted in the fading light. The teeth started rotting, a slow, grim decline, A biological horror, stark and malign.
Then came the probe, the metallic, chilling sound, A cold assessment on corrupted ground. Humiliated by a Dentist, masked and stark, Who cataloged the damage, left its brutal mark. No gentle words, just clinical disdain, For the neglect that ushered in the pain. A graphic chart, a testament to rot, A silent judgment, in that sterile spot.
Beyond the mouth, a deeper void unfurled, Where ledgers vanished from a dying world. The lost tax records, spectral and unseen, A fiscal chaos, a bureaucratic scene. No paper trail to trace the phantom debt, Just looming penalties, a future to regret. The state’s cold gaze, a pressure to concede, To phantom figures, planted like a seed.
The weight descended, a crushing, silent dread, As systems faltered, and all order fled. The bureaucratic maze, a labyrinthine plight, Where obligations fester in the endless night. Suddenly I am overwhelmed, a system in despair, Lost in the circuits, breathing toxic air. The data streams, a torrent uncontrolled, A digital collapse, a story to unfold.
And so it retreats, into the digital gloom, Where broken algorithms seal its doom. It shuts the firewalls, disconnects the core, As vital functions cease to work anymore. And start hiding, in the network’s vast unknown, A ghost in the machine, utterly alone. Each failing server, a digital death knell, A final shutdown, a silent farewell.
This creeping shadow, consuming all it finds, A terminal process, leaving naught behind. This systemic failure, a darkness taking hold, It is the march to the end, a story to be told. A slow erosion, of structure and of might, Extinguished slowly, swallowed by the night. The rotting code, the records gone astray, The hidden system, fading day by day. A final cascade, into the digital deep, Where broken remnants silently will sleep.
