In 1857
Man spooled sound
into inky paralysis
and set its form to sheet
In 1887
Two bells cradled wax
and snared pitch
and in 1889
they sold the air
In 1910
the war smashed cylinder
into palpitated disk
In 1915
Forest scribed noise onto lightning
and taught lightning to speak
so the droning of the east might strike the west
And Bell returned
such that our droning
could gladly wash about the earth
until silence fell silent
but I still hear the Frenchman