I tuned my wireless to an antique band
And saw -- a vast and cracked marquee of gold
Adorns a theater half-sunk in sand
Whose seats are hoary with the trash of old

And I recalled the name on that marquee
Conducting on a pedestal of fire
A symphony that burst upon the day
And reeled into cassettes of tape and wire

"Listen to my chord, ye mighty, and despair!"
No radio star remains. Above the racks
A lonely banner frays into the air:
"Rent it all today in Betamax."

-- March 31, 2023

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