Your Smart Device

This poem is a rondeau about technology.

Your smart device was strange and new;
It learned your voice and habits too;
It played the songs you liked to hear;
It answered your requests with cheer,
And spat out facts without ado.

You didn’t know what would ensue:
You need it now and can’t eschew
What has become to you quite dear—
Your smart device.

Your memory’s outside of you,
For in your aide it grew and grew;
Your knowledge will not reappear,
For now you worship and revere
(An act that isn’t now taboo)
Your smart device.


“What profit is the idol when its maker has carved it,
Or an image, a teacher of falsehood?
For its maker trusts in his own handiwork
When he fashions speechless idols.
“Woe to him who says to a piece of wood, ‘Awake!’
To a mute stone, ‘Arise!’
And that is your teacher?
Behold, it is overlaid with gold and silver,
And there is no breath [or “spirit”] at all inside it.
(Habakkuk 2:18-19, NASB)

In that day men will cast away to the moles and the bats
Their idols of silver and their idols of gold,
Which they made for themselves to worship,
(Isaiah 2:20, NASB)

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