Poetry

The Blockchain

I know myself;
and I alone,
can penetrate
my anonymity.
Though miners
mine
my hidden mind
and document,
for all to see;
if only they
possess the key.
As pennies fill
their miner’s cup;
their beggar fingers
make the marks.
In etch-ed glass,
preserving past;
a perfect
ledger
tallied up;
of infinite
freedom
to do my will;
a final,
faceless,
reckoning;
for a faceless
man,
whom
I’ve forgot;
now mortified
in history.