Software Development Life Cycle I Trisha Iyer

Software Development Life Cycle

Trisha Iyer ‘23

Maybe somedays if you have time to look in the mirror, the gift to your vanity and debt to society. When you snatch a moment of craning your neck upward from a textbook, straining even in your rest, You can catch a moment of clarity. And see, in the futter of a waist and the knob on a knee, the rhythm of your building blocks

Scrutinized by a heavenly, primordial council that could perch in the clouds and watch: up, down, up, down, rectangle on a square, semicircle on a rectangle. “This isn’t right,” you could hear a god say . . . Isis considers the image: squat clump of legs, long torso, sunken head. “Perhaps the head should be more formed?” suggests an angel looking for a promotion. Lord Shiva scratches his nose. “Try defning the legs more?” And so your God tries again— Up, down, Up, down, Rectangle on rectangle, smoothed-out hips, the head a full globe unfurling from sturdy shoulders ready to bear a world of stressors (with Atlas’s patented design). The human prototype enters Round Two of testing and feedback. But eventually: up, down, sculpt, sculpt, sculpt, here you are.

They took you and shoved a bunch of spices inside, too, Like a spongy brain with lots of wrinkled paths almost too big to be held up by just two legs And one spine. And maybe a bit too much salt. And far too much fre.