Ther once was an age 
of bronze and light
and it would reign forever, they said

but they fell too, and whined how could they?
while they slipped into 
Ozymandius's sand

There once was an age of poetry and iron
It was stronger still! 
They had reason and swords and could march for miles
but time strolled on

And one day they will say there was an age
of digital trinkets and carbon
and it withered away
like the sand it was built on

and coming is one of computation and steel
a return of what is real

no one will miss this age
of fractured screens

who wants to be able to shout for miles? 
more trouble than its worth