Guts

The entrails of the machine are spilling in haphazard order
Across the allotted space of my desk
Silver, red and black coating hug the gold and semi-conductors

The heart of the machine, my machine,
is heatedly blinking to the wires of a careful and furious transfusion
It was surgically removed from the body that could no longer read it

We are performing a long overdue emergency operation-
First the data that does not quite transfer
Save the heart
then save the body,
Save the mind.