Two Poems on Technology The Pied Piper of Hamilton: Variations on a Danse Macabre I tap my navi on the screen And waken its seductive voice: Turn left, change lanes and bong, school zone, So forceful as I face a choice But when I touch it later on It breaks into exultant song And gathers cars from round about Into a vast, metallic throng. She smiles at all their names and lines, From Scorpion to Barracuda: For now I’ve caught you in a sting My tailpipes have become your leader. Their drivers watched her from their desks, Entranced by vision…