SOUL OF A MACHINE

What happens when your TV dies?

Does its soul go anywhere?

On glittering wings, does it fly?

To golden castles in the air?

The sad death of the microwave

The blender has gone for a ride,

Try not to laugh, attempt to save,

The last of an appliance's pride.

Your beeper,

Your cellphone,

Your V

C

R

Have they souls?

What happens when a machine dies?

Does it even have a soul?

To please you they have tried

So hard

It seems a shame if they don't get to stroll

Down the Hall of Fame

And marvel at Apollo

And Stibitz's brainchild,

At Tesla's baby,

See Gutenberg's dream come true

What if your machines could talk to you?

Engage in everyday mirth?

There will be a time where it comes down

To your celebration of its birth.

What happens when machines are named?

George, Steven, and Deep Blue.

When you give something a name

It comes to life, and that much is true.

So

If a machine is alive when it starts off,

Does it have a soul?

If your refrigerator can be miffed,

And your computer feels too stiff,

To work

Does it qualify

As a living thing

At all?

Or is it that when a machine

Dies

It just

Dies.

Then where is the justice?