Winston Churchill drummed his fingers upon his desk
“That man has made the biggest single contribution to the war”
The tumblers on the metal device
that hold the secrets of the axis
have been defeated
by a man with a mind
who imagined a machine
that could be reconfigured into doing different tasks
A machine that could be precise enough
to model mankind itself
He was the king of Bletchley Park
A colossus among giants
until a cold February in 1956
when he was found to have loved a man
changed everything he was
He was left a broken shell of a man
chemicals and disgrace had taken his wings
They made him small
Then one night
a cyanide pill
took him away