I think about you a lot, future person.

How you will need
all the books that were ever read
                when the screens and wires go dumb.

Whatever you haven’t used
                for kindling or bedding.

Whatever made it through
                the fuckcluster of bombs
                we launched accidentally,

                at the end of the era of feeling like no one
                was doing a thing

                about our complicated dooms — 

Helpless and braced we sat in dark spaces

submerged in pools of projected images,
                trying to disappear into light — 

                Light! There was so much light!
                It was hard to sleep.

Dana Levin, “Banana Palace”