A Performance Poem: You Cloud

you cloud, so new
how funny is it you came from nowhere it seems, but look so familiar?
we can’t make you disappear with psychic psychokinesis
you cloud, so green
how safe you are stopping overheated spindle crashing heat from
nearly exploding transformers that should never have been relocated to an on-premise storage closet in Building 25 in the first place
you cloud, so cheap
how easy for you to throw “hardware” at a performance bottleneck
and it’s automated, syncopated and, well, it may not solve the problem anyway
you cloud, so confident
you and your perfect redundancy, never to waiver or stumble
reading the fine print shows your not-so-silver truths
you cloud.


-by Mark Tomlinson