Flash your pass at the sensor and it responds <br />With a blue light and two beeps, one short, one long <br />Drag open the door and step into a cold chamber <br />This is the world of the backup ranger <br /> <br />Humming and buzzing, droning and rumbling <br />These machines work amidst much grumbling <br />The normal procedure is to walk to the back <br />Pull out the first little tape, it’s called a DAT <br /> <br />Then put it away in its hard plastic case <br />And eject the next from its overnight place <br />By pressing a button for it to unload <br />It also must leave its transient abode <br /> <br />Then comes the time for the humungous whopper <br />Containing slots by the hundred inside its hopper <br />Slide open the door and will be laid bare <br />How many tapes it’s released from its snare <br /> <br />Encase them all in their hard plastic shells <br />And take them offsite for a well deserved spell <br />Until once again they must be placed in their drives <br />Thus is the rhythm of the backup tapes’ lives <br /> <br />(Sydney, Australia - 2007)<br /><br />Alessandra Liverani<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/changing-the-daily-backup-tapes-humour/
