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This poem is taken from PN Review 206, Volume 38 Number 6, July - August 2012.

from Cantilena
Book 1: Cedars of Liban
John Peck
35

Came in the panopticon, Bentham's titration,
and the vacuum tube through Raytheon
on into governance, Vannevar Bush's rectifier
enlarging to the firm's wide gaze, he of the Project,
then Memex and on to hyperlinks
as if in penance, his company Lux Dei penetrating tanks
and bunkers and the questionable homes
of mannunkind. At last troubled, he radioed your station -
you we say, as acolytes minding electrons
in magnum mysterium - radioed your
haze, your messaging blitz. We awaits.
And this is no recital for the sake
of itemizing those close-at-hand factors
of both complicity and fascination,
familial, patrilineal, and common
as the shared out-breath, in order prick-a-prick
...


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