Dan Hoy (NYC, USA): "The Electroplating of all my Friends"
THE ELECTROPLATING OF ALL MY FRIENDS
I told them not to drink from the lake.
I said, "Not all things aqueous are equal,"
but the dissolved metal ions were too small to see
and they knew nothing of reagents
or parameters, voltage or amperage,
temperature, residence times, or purity of bath solutions.
They were thirsty.
Then the clouds rolled in, bristling with electric current—
and with a flash
all my ferrous and non-ferrous friends
solidified from the inside out
into brass & bronze, cadmium & copper,
chromium, gold, iron, lead, nickel, platinum, silver, tin,
& zinc. They fell
like giant cathodic statues, electropositive and lifeless.
Except for the lone friend
subsisting on aluminum, whom I loved
with all my C-22/titanium-7 heart, now isolated
in metallurgical horror
as organic electrolytes rained down upon her.
Then she too fell over.
A microsecond later
I felt a mechasynaptic surge
as my comlink called for an immediate satellite strike
on the lake's coordinates.
I had an estimated 0.6 minutes to grieve.
It was not my decision.
© Dan Hoy 2007
I told them not to drink from the lake.
I said, "Not all things aqueous are equal,"
but the dissolved metal ions were too small to see
and they knew nothing of reagents
or parameters, voltage or amperage,
temperature, residence times, or purity of bath solutions.
They were thirsty.
Then the clouds rolled in, bristling with electric current—
and with a flash
all my ferrous and non-ferrous friends
solidified from the inside out
into brass & bronze, cadmium & copper,
chromium, gold, iron, lead, nickel, platinum, silver, tin,
& zinc. They fell
like giant cathodic statues, electropositive and lifeless.
Except for the lone friend
subsisting on aluminum, whom I loved
with all my C-22/titanium-7 heart, now isolated
in metallurgical horror
as organic electrolytes rained down upon her.
Then she too fell over.
A microsecond later
I felt a mechasynaptic surge
as my comlink called for an immediate satellite strike
on the lake's coordinates.
I had an estimated 0.6 minutes to grieve.
It was not my decision.
© Dan Hoy 2007
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