Grievous loss of life went
Unnoticed some time ago.
No alert.
Wrecked city—
Amber afterglow.
Morning traffic:
Muted.
Billboards flicker’n fog.
The hiss of
A battered culture.
Digital static
Reminding us
The times we forgot.
A ghost on the sidewalk—
A name unread.
Life hurts,
Background dissonance.
This hiss
We can’t fix.
The post
Unread.
The voice
Buried
In the depths.
Distortions of
Harmonic content,
Your tune
A tragic hiss.
I’ll preserve your heart,
And keep its beat alive.
To kill the dance—
It would be a tragic lie.
Until we free this bitter world
Of vice
And kings.
Digital static persists.
The hiss
Desires
Needful things.