And Now Look Where We Are

Long ago, there were engines
That could talk like animals
And dwell at altars, like ghosts.

They were magic listeners
Who heard whatever was said
And remembered every word.

Anyone could consult them
And learn all sorts of strange things,
But you never could be sure

What might tumble from their throats,
And how were you to check them,
Who remembered everything?

People became less trusting
And left the engines rusting.