April #9

Library



I sit here
in this dead zone
the constant hum
of copying papers
on the horizon.
I am surrounded
by open-mouthed zombies
slaves to machines
and technology
and I, no one better than them.
We are drones
consoled by the
siren song of printers
and internet cords
and bright-screen,
high-resolution monitors.
We are surrounded by jargon,
speak it,
live it. It is our first words,
our constant companion,
our preoccupation with which
we pass too much precious time.
Let us walk in green meadows
under dark skies
and revel in the shining of the night,
the stars that light our life
and give each unknown adventure
the edge to pulse our hearts faster.
We drown in cords and power surges.
Let us suffocate in open air instead