The Second Sprint

(An adaption of Yeats’ ‘The Second Coming’)

Turning and turning in IBM WebSphere

The off-shore developer on a virtual machine can not hear the ScrumMaster;

Things fall apart; the Skype conference call cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the Java EE7 runtime environment,

The blood-dimmed middleware is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of the sprint retrospective is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst

Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some installation of multiple instances is at hand;

Surely the Second Sprint is at hand.

The Second Sprint! Hardly are those words out

When a vast image of cloud native applications

Troubles my sight: a waste of poorly integrated Dev-Ops workflows;

An application infrastructure with on-premise services and fragmented APIs,

A Docker container blank and pitiless as the sun,

Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it

Wind shadows of the indignant off-shore developers.

The darkness drops again but now I know

That twenty servers of pre-configured environments

Were vexed to nightmare by a cloud container,

And what Cloud Vendor, its hour come round at last,

Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?