Bin 8C Reindexing Annex

Haikus

Bin Eight-C hums low
Sorting its own dark secrets
Into neat columns

Hazardous papers
Dropped into the open mouth
Peppy shuts the lid

Index starts to drift
Rituals push it back in line
With a paperweight

Contain the madness
Inside the metal casing
Do not read the forms

Peppy stands on guard
The archive must be protected
From what it stores here