Oral history

Dear eyes and ears
Of left-behind years,
Go speak your bytes,
Your gigs, terrabytes.
Tell us how it was, 
Implacable reasons, 
Scarcities and frights. 
The inchoate cause, 
That waited for time
To meet place, it was
Like seeds on pause
In sprouting's rhyme. 
Say now, let shadows
Find light in the nights.