We walked the desert in our land.
We saw shards and wrecks
scattered in the sand.
Not broken pots or pillars of stone,
but defunct computers and pieces of bone.
We heard a ghostly voice
from a gossamer muse,
“Look around for what's nice -
something besides plastics and rust.
The creations of art and music
fed the worms and now are dust.”
(c) 2017 Larry Kilham