for Alan Turing
by Alicia Cole
An initial set of two or more
mechanisms will lock together
for strength. Try to arrest their
motion: painted, brilliant.
Remember, they know guns.
Remember, daddy taught
them how to fight when they were
still boys, praying they’d remain
that way. Input apples, they share
the core lovingly; output selves,
indeterminate birds rear up
from freshly engineered soil.
Alicia Cole, a writer and educator, lives in Lawrenceville, GA, with her husband Roger, their cat Hatshepsut, and two schools of fish. An active member of the Science Fiction Poetry Association, her poetry and short fiction have recently appeared or are forthcoming in Goblin Fruit, Paper Crow, Aoife’s Kiss, Through the Gate, Demeter’s Spicebox and Futurdaze: An Anthology of YA Science Fiction. Her musings on writing and life can be found at three-magpies.livejournal.com.