from Greek, psēphos for pebble and vote
by Eveline Pye
I have hands the size of Scotland;
my fingers reach through dense cloud
scoop up bundles of balloon-words
from a thousand interviews.
I mould answers into mountains,
as public opinion surges and slips,
moves like a wave through days.
I am a conduit for the crowd’s roar
in a vast virtual amphitheatre;
voters, drowned in data, becalmed
in a fog of facts, listen as I speak.
Do I affect what I only seek to measure:
the observer-effect multiplied
on a million screens? I cast a pebble:
a Marbled White unfurls its wings.