When I die the phone will be lost

No one to push the button

It can't be found

No black vine to follow

The spookiness of new machines

Lost in the lathe of death

Waiting for resuscitation

Forgot to press 911 before I dropped it

Where is the phone?

No cord to wrap around my neck

The drama lost by modern design

The phone is ringing ...somewhere

Thanks from my brittle bones

I cannot answer it

To Hell with the phone