What if Google should start adjusting numbers and not just our grammar...
When I
write a letter,
it’s
really absurd—
Google
knows better,
and edits
my words.
But if
numbers were mangled,
oh
heavens, beware!
The
rockets would dangle
mid-countdown,
mid-air.
NASA
would stumble,
the
countdown would stall,
Armstrong
would fumble,
no leap
there at all.
Instead
of the textbooks,
instead
of the lore,
his face
on a carton,
in 64.
So beware
the machine
that
insists it knows best—
for a
poem misaligned
is a moon
misaddressed.
1 comment:
I Know - Right!!! You almost have to be a wizard to figure out what the other person was saying......or meant to say! I have taking to re-reading stuff I type now!!
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