A wikinquisitor writes his memoirs

We’d seen heavy trolling near the capital,
disruptive sockpuppets jumping patrols.
Grandma and ShriGanesh were blocked as sockpuppets of Kolabare,
who’d been blocked as a puppetmaster back in 2.0.
Rouge Admin were to blame, or the Mergists,
depending on which rumour you believed. Cabalist newbs
were applying the Pokémon test indiscriminately.
Civilisation cracked. When I got given the mop,
I gathered my meat puppets and instructed them to salt the earth.
Don’t Listify. If you find an attack site which fails the criteria,
call in support from ArbCom and flame them all.
I was POV. We all were then.
Vying not to go Gdanzig and settle in the
trenches of an ancient edit war, we set forest fires. Deleted orphans.
Five administrators were desysopped in the purge.
Of those, one was resysopped immediately, without his eyes.
Two were nominated for deletion, and the remainder
whilst deprecating the desysopping as controversial,
exercised the right to vanish. I sat tight and was rewarded
with a parcel of land in Idaho.

James Wilkes has published two chapbooks, Ex Chaos and A DeTour (Renscombe Press). He was featured in Generation Txt (Penned in the Margins, 2006) and is interested in the overlap between poetry and visual art.