November 17, 2024Poem

All in all, it was a good day.

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All in all, it was a good day.

Leave a text

A voicemail

If you must

Switch off the phone

There will be a reply

Eventually

Whether you want one or not

Block a number

Use a burner

Risk a tracker

There seems to be no escape

A telegram was more effective

For the invisible

The code breaker

The war correspondent

Chasing a lead

Without artificial intelligence

To write the copy.

The faceless beaurocrat

Those who sent condolences

To the bereaved

Unknown soldiers.

Cold callers

The people who deliver circulars

When the sign says no.

It is a different world

It has to be

There is no going back

Without an extinction event.

Computer logic

Is irrelevant

Just another blank screen

On a wall

Faded to grey.

The magic of technology

An irreligious myth

Pray with me.

At the third stroke

The time will be.