Its true: archival footage from the 70’s
Makes everyone look like a serial killer.
That’s why the world went digital.
To draw our our disparities into sharp relief.
Also true: I sing when happy. Like my mom.
And drink when sad.Like my dad.
They were both alive back then
Singing happily, drinking sadly,
Celebrating the icipient third century
Of a vaunted, esteemed republic.
Me? I sat on the floor
Playing Hot Wheels and Matchboxes.
What will the next encryption reveal,
Busted open like a plague, like a scandal?
That we still sing? That we still drink?
Or that the past always means more than the future?