The Wired Tyger

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
Amongst the B-Trees of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could tame thy feared concurrency

In what far antipodes
Blaz’d the structure of thy trees?
In what code dare they aspire?
What the hands, dare compile fire?

And what value, & what key,
Preserved in logs for recovery?
And when the history causes stress,
What dread timestamps & RTS?

What the checkpoint? what the file?
And what page did reconcile?
What the cursor? What transaction
Dare race through memory, no locks taken?

When the systems froze and crash’d
Yet all the data was intact
Did they smile their work to see?
Did they who made the Cat make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
Amongst the B-Trees of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Dare tame thy feared concurrency