SHARDS OF MODERNITY
Unnoted
birdsong.
Busy Bluetooth news,
About a tempting selection,
Of AI odalisques,
Tweaked to
pert perfection.
Hand-held computer on a silent scooter,
Zero
foot-steps, slow heart-rate histogram,
Going
forward (as they say), yet backwards,
To silicone curves of simian delight,
And the kill du jour of an ancient campsite.
Speed-dialed speed dates,
Over paper-cup coffee,
Five-minute film trailers,
Starring life-shopping drifters,
rescue-dog hopefuls, and back-alley grifters.
Back-packed
babies,
On
shopping-mall mothers,
Hands-free
foraging for funderwear,
And
supply-chain fruit in season everywhere,
Reaped by
some ethically cleansed fellah.
Ersatz
ciggie smokers,
Botoxed
Batman Jokers,
Modern
Picts with Anime faces,
Androids
lurking in liminal places,
As alarm bells
warn of a virtual storm.
Cordless
without separation anxiety,
Cashless
yet rich. Dead still performing:
Remastered
leftovers in the digital fridge,
Chanting
PIN, AMA, FOMO ... SIM, RAM, YOLO,
While House
Sparrows wait on death row.
John
Walter Taylor
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Ides of March 2024
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