In A Place Where Everything Goes Out Of Date Poem by Najib Altawell

Crossed the wires
In a very special style
For the earthly
Brains
Networking from
Minds to
Hardware
To minds
And
Back again


The ultimate
Thought ‘trains'
Contained in
Devices
Originated
From
Another
Plane


Then made
Grossly
By humans
From Earthly
Materials
In
Various forms
And
Shapes
With exaggerated
Marketing
Names


Last not
As everything
In their world
Always
In a matter of time
Goes out
Of
Date