Two thousand songs
Sit in my pocket,
Waiting for me to
Select one and hit play.
I find myself amazed at
The technology that can
Squeeze the voices of countless
Musical artists into a
Simple device the size of a credit card.
I wonder what my grandparents
Would think of such technology?
Perhaps they’d call it black magic,
A thing best left untouched and
Forgotten or risk bodily harm.
But, by the same token, I wonder
What I will think of tomorrow’s
New gadget, when they implant all
These voices inside my head?