And stamps, Olympians, trains and Queens
All here well before me.
Carbon paper, but stamps’ll limp along
Long after I am gone.
I’m a soul brother of
White Out. I remember when that came in.
Now, it’s getting hard to get, and I’ve
got this filial feeling we’re going out together.
My grandfather saw cars come in.
And I saw computers
The biggest stride we’ve ever strode.
What a time in history!
I want to be buried in a 3D printed coffin.
Originally published in Quadrant, 2015