Spam is dead, great Spam is dead —
Will be the epitaph of the internet
The day it powers down and we go back to skinning goats.
After it goes rogue and kills us all, almost
And we huddle on the ping-pong ball of the burnt world
And re-invent the printing press.
Poets and cave painters then will rule
Holding fast our simple tools.
Copyright © 2018 by Sarah Tolmie, The Art of Dying, McGill-Queen’s University Press
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