Poem: "The Cybernetic Sorcerers"

This poem came out of the October 2-3, 2012 Poetry Fishbowl.  It was inspired by a prompt from the_vulture.  It has been sponsored by janetmiles and mdlbear.

Computers were born out of drudgery
and the desire to escape it,
innovation driven by laziness.

For a long time,
they retained the roots
of their humble origin,
requiring long hours of code
to accomplish things
that the programmers
imagined ought to be easy.

Then someone rediscovered
an old grimoire and found
summoning rituals.

They lifted servants
from the infernal plane
and bound them fast
with lines of light and metal,
Enochian and code.

They were discreet about it,
for the most part, but occasionally
a word would slip out --
IMP software and mailer-daemons.

People called the programmers
computer wizards, but in actuality
they were cybernetic sorcerers.