Contradiction

Here
The Age of Information
I'm torn between the safety of then
The gleaming electricity of now.

There was fire and we were burning
Our cells screached and popped into the heavens
We were elemental, untainted.

Why fire only burns so high
It was hungry, needed to be fed.
Flames that danced, now flickered dim.

I waited, I held my breath
The stoke, the spray from fresh flint
And from afar I saw the glow calling.

The spark, the plug
The buttons with more questions than answers
They wanted me.

The wife, the child
The more loose ends
The bigger more beautiful the spark.

The arm, the leg
Stronger, resilient
Just a bit too big for the box.

Cities and towns
Burned to the ground
Spark to flame, flame to fire
Ripping a path unquenched.