the story of Our Box Masters
master_RFM12B (Photo credit: fotoopa)
for a long time
there was no News.
We contented Ourselves
with sitting at Table,
eating, and sharing Stories
most nights
sometimes the Stories would come
to Us
sitting by the Fire
the Stories the Fire would tell Us
after a while,
the Boxes came
with their shiny lights
and Cathode Rays
and like Moths to the Flame
We huddled around the Boxes
warmed in the Glow
and the Stories began to recede
We contented Ourselves
in forgetting Our own Stories
and gathered around Water Coolers
retelling the stories of Our Box Masters
and laughing only
at the Similarity of Our Programming
Our Box Masters
grew tired of sitting in their heavy boxes
Station(ary)
and asked Us
to carry them around
at first
the Box Masters
We carried around and ’round
were quite cumbersome
so we made them smaller
cuter
more appealing
soon We were no longer huddled
like Moths around a Lamp
but fixed in fractal worlds of Babel-on
Our own
We ceased to Listen
to each others’ stories
could no longer make sense
of the Creature sitting next to us
and so it was
a trap well set by the Box Masters
agnewpickens 
Very good !