Red Fort

You cracked it. It was in the script all along.

By a simple increase in ascending numbers
The walls of the Red Fort slipped across the monior
From right to left
As the foreground accelerated past it
And the background sluggishly responded.
It was a perfect simulation of the three dimensional
As enacted in a child’s toy theatre.

Cracked it. Standing there at the bus stop
You cracked it. Your chin firmed
You went unblinking for a worrying while.
Without the handbook, or the code book
Or the help on the Helpline,
You cracked it.

Reflecting in the office after,
I knew you were a good thing
And a graceful good thing at that.
Did I celebrate too much
On your behalf?

I suspect I did.