I find myself feeling sorry 
for lost electronic memory. 

So many dead people still 
backed up in the cloud. 

So many defunct 
email accounts. 

Server heaven: gates and 
hallways in infinite regress. 

Thumb drives in landfills. 
Much more forgotten 

than found in the flaming 
edge of living thought. 

All atoms, by now, flash memory. 

Bio: Daryl Scroggins