Losing a Memory

By Andrew R. Duckworth

We don’t remember anymore
And we don’t have to.
That place we visit,
We’ll take a picture
And be on our way,
Little time to stay,
Little time to survey,
Little time to see.
We’ll look back on a picture
And feel nothing,
See nothing,
Remember nothing.
It will be as though
We were never there.
It will be as though
We were never here.
Our mind’s database
Relegated to the photo gallery,
Exporting the mind’s work
To the almighty machine.
And we won’t remember it.