ITRASH

What becomes, of a dead hard drive?

A plethora of debris, left in the wake of technological progress

Motherboards endless Cords, gaze for a while if you will

At the graphics, the cityscapes

The complex lines of logic, the On’s and Off’s

The soul of the machine, could it be?

When the power’s cut, and the circuit’s dead

Perhaps, bits of life

Linger?