Have you ever
stopped and considered
where all those
typewriters went?

I am just eccentric
enough to do so.

I imagine them in
a heap lofty as K-2
somewhere in
the Nevada desert
mothballed by the CIA
against the time
when words become
scarce and expensive.

In the meantime,
when the stars
align just right
they chatter out

massifs of sentences
that are only
published in silence

and read by rattlesnakes
and passing coyotes.

It is a such sad thing
to outlast your audience.

   ~mce