Fiber to the Home

The crew has come: caravan of trucks

stationed on the street, unstacking cones

and digging ditches, deft and efficient.

Here in our yards, long years of earth

have been hefted by hand and heaped up on tarps.

A pneumatic mole emerges from the trailer,

and a heavy hose is hauled into place.

With a pop, the pumping compressor wakes

with startling strength. The strata are threaded,

pierced by the pounding power that forges

a buried boulevard. This burrow will convey

packets with payloads, pulses of light

modulated with meaning in marks and spaces,

carrying commerce and conversation.

The uproar ebbs by afternoon.

Machines are shut down and shovels return,

covering conduits with clods of soil.

The sod is reset and soaked thoroughly.

It’s late now. They load the last of the gear.

The dirt-girded duct is dark and untapped.

The glass-road will run to reach the houses

after fees are paid, when the final strands

will mate with modems and make connections.

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