Smashed Cell Phone
Hardware connected to a network within air,
Annoying cell phone smashed without care,
Soon no more of the circuit’s energy,
This happens with a non-working battery,
To contemplate a digital signal with wit,
Where and when is the last invisible bit?
Information; translation; silly wave particle,
Of course I know this poem is maniacal,
Space-time coordinates, the last bit of data,
Somewhere in the air? What is it made of?
I need to know if I swallowed that bit,
This little bit of data could be a perfect fit,
Through the atomic clock as a basis of time,
My mind is baffled in this scientific rhyme.