Remote Detonator
Newcastle University
1981
Astronomy for Engineers
became more complicated
when I shifted focus
from the too-small blackboard
seventy feet and two
stories down
to the Malayan girl in
the row in front
ignoring the lecturer
to strip wires with a
tiny knife,
connecting them one by
one
to a tiny circuit board
no bigger then her
finer.
This was the eighties
when we weren't afraid
of Asians
only Germans and
Catholics
who dropped pipe bombs
in the windows
of Saturday afternoons
but watching those
delicate, pink-tipped fingers
gave me an appreciation
for dexterity
that lasted long after
I failed the course
and turned to Art
instead.
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