Poems of Peace: Frankline Were, "swivel: a computer wizard’s wheelchair?"

 swivel: a computer wizard’s wheelchair?

           peace pools within me like still water in a basin

& settles into my bones like the warm African sun

 

          from the wall above,

a towering photograph of my uniformed

                     great-grandfather watches

 

Ubuntu boots my laptop to life

& crepitates my knuckles

primed to cock my artillery against the enemy

 

starts from root in the terminal

with barking of commands

& a team assembly

 

into huggling & 

low-fiving

with my copilot

over Tango Down!