by Jane Kite

Come, sit closer child,
let’s share our warmth as the fire dies.
I will tell you how it used to be.
First there was the wheel,
to help us and our beasts
carry great burdens for miles.
Then the cog, which we put into
ferocious machines to do more work.
Next, the circuit gave a softer life
to some of us. And last the chip,
that led us to forget how things are made.
Now it is for you to reinvent.