We Have the Technology Poem by Michael Robbins
We Have the Technology
By the sparklet of certain ciliates cesium
practices its cricket song.
Am I supposed to be impressed? My smoothie
comes with gps.
Take a left at that crustacean. You—yes, you,
with the crisis Isis eyes.
By Odin's beard, this is snowier than usual. We can
always burn the first folio.
Go bug a dandelion. You'll have
the elephant of surprise.
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