Poem and a Video

Evolution; DubStep

There are no more guitars

or pearl keyed pianos

to strike.

No more taut drum heads

with heavy metal petals

to bump.

All sound

is becoming

virtual--

fingertip dragging

pad tapping

frequency morphing--

possible by a small

piece of a equipment

one may buy 500 dollars.

Songs take the names

of anatomical parts.

They enter the body

through the belly button

and shimmy downwards

to a place your mother

is afraid of;

however, even the bobbed

flappers, flopping to the bent

note of a jazzy trumpet,

thought they, too, were pioneers of sound.