I sing to thee, O Internet,
O muse of modern men, Or would, if I could only get The notes out, through my pen. The song that Homer sang the Greeks Set down upon the page. The rhyme I set to paper seeks The Web, this day and age. What medium the morrow may Make heir unto the air We now know not, though we can say Today it isn’t there. As written word replaced the voice, So keyboard hath my ink. Of tools to aid the mind, our choice Doth ever change, I think. A pox upon thee, Internet! You digitize my views Right off the page. From thee I get The electronic blues. |
Electronic Blues
from
Bibliotec(hnic)a : Poems,
Sep. 24, 2013.
An earlier version appeared in
SUL News Notes,
v. 5, no. 4, Jan. 26, 1996,
as “I Suffer an e-Change, or, Electronic Blues.”
1st web edition posted 5/15/2014.
Published by Fleabonnet Press.
©
1996-2014 by
Brian Kunde.