Make of this as you will, some might say that the ball park changes, but never the game… who knows?
Each week The Sunday Whirl invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “Wordle’s” 12 words. This week it is:
Wordle’s words
Operatives
Back in the day, we would heave out our dead
through the kitchen door, puff up our chests,
open the front door, and let in the breezes and the light.
Back in the day, we would tell ’em
to stop their screeching,
quit the chatter, or else we’d reload.
Nowadays, they do it with something called files,
watching, what they say is, patterns and tendencies,
collecting up secrets like stuck fish in a net.
I ain’t no doctor, but, to me, the anatomy is the same.
They just operating on them bones differently.
Randy Mazie
The Writer's Village 
I had to pause the first time through as I read “they do it with something called flies”, rather than “files”, which flummoxed me! 🙂
janet
Oh, how I hate when readers get flummoxed by flies and files. 😉
Funny…
Randy
Rose is by any other name, eh?
is odiously oderous in this game.
Thanks for commenting.
Randy
the anatomy is the same.
They just operating on them bones differently.
Yes, they have been at it all along. The game is just the same. Only the players are different!
Hank
Mankind has always been processing enemies like meat through a grinder all through history.
We are such sweet sorts.
God, what did we do to you that you made us like this?
Randy