The Old Ways
There were streets and roads and rivers here,
Now gone to dust and embers.
Though we don’t mind them through the years,
The sat-nav still remembers.
These devices hold old folk-memories,
The ones that we’ve forgotten,
They lurk on phones, they spark on screens,
On sat-navs when maps go rotten.
Round unknown corners on the straightest roads,
These strange old memories take you.
Devices haunted by old streets and stone,
Hold the old ways tight and true.
So never doubt this confused tech,
When it takes an eldritch way,
It’s holding memories of roads long-wrecked,
It remembers where they lay.
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