The Signs of Progress
A technological advance,
People caressing through
bits and bytes,
Kisses sent through
wires and electrodes.
Flesh made cold,
illogical steel.
Feelings made lines
of stinging code.
Sending arrows of design,
from a fiery bow of logic.
Memories replaced with
processes. Sick with virii,
Some crash and become obsolete.
Is this the destiny of Man?
