My tablet has no commandments on it.

Once mobile meant travelling like the Bedouin…
We knew what phoney was.
We enjoyed talking to each other
A screen was a thing that hid something.
Writing was a lengthier process but we had better attention spans.
Reading was partly social; we used the library, not a kindle.
We read the great books even in our tiny poor homes.We went to hear the Halle orchestra and did not feel lowly.
We helped our neighbours.
We helped ourselves to the good available and gave it to our friends
Now my phone is boiling and the kettle rang me.
The microwave is grilling a politician
My tablet has no commandments on it.
My TV is so smart it’s moved out to a place where someone will watch it.
My radio is sending  a distress signal
My heart is heavy.
My heart is light.