Swarmed by Your Space and That Face
Texting and Twittering
And no longer hearing.
In the car
we once played count the cows
Now parents lose valuable travel time while
they regale against the world
screeching dangerously into cells
children witnessing, remembering, repeating.
now rigged for silent running.
beat box rhythms
through giant metal speakers
decibels arrive miles before occupants.
talented stage performers sing through
solid reverb of fan screams and hoots.
cell phones ring during choirs and homilies.
we answer in crowded lorry and bus.
text messages and forwards in all caps
red, 36 font.
demanding, spouting, insisting.
who listens in all this?
who can hear through all this?
Have we lost our reception and our voices?
the capacity to accept another
and communicate among all the voltage?
we’ve become a constant electronic shout