there is <code> in me
from a program called

Grandfather, William

it wrote fine lines of poetry
in observance of the world
and tradition.
in observance of pain and joy
as such <code> does
and was meant to do

<code> meets <code>
and new program called

Mother, Monica

is spun into the world
meeting yet more <code>
in program called

Father, Harry

and they write Peter
who finds old lines
buried in his operating system –

EXECUTE <code> Grandfather, William
in combination with new data
program Grandson, Peter

OUTPUT – poetry.

and the <code> moves forward
and the <code> looks back
old program becomes new
sometimes latent,
sometimes activated,
always there.