World of drones, we all let go
of each other, of ourselves.
Your face in mine, in pantomime,
encrypted, frozen, years of lost time
…you’ll never get back.
Is this how you imagined things,
when you set out?
City streets, crossroads, seeking new faces.
Not the same, no less strange-
because everything has changed
…and you watched it slip away.
Phones attached to wrists
Smarter than their hosts
Libraries silent, occupied by ghosts
Streets vacant, social macrocosm exposed
Land of the lost, chasing profit, fool’s gold
Turn the clock back, patient, slow
I was a kid once, the truth hidden
True as no child born
Of this world will
When replaced with robots, clones of Adam, better than we ever believed. No need for Eve.
Faces planted to screens, conversations with the dead, no longer held obscene. What you mean to me.
I’m a place, adrift in celestial rifts, spent grace on worldly things. More valuable than you.