Next

From one screen

To the next

And the next

And the next

And the next

And the next

And the next

And the next

And the next

And the next

And the next

And the next

On and on and on and on

It goes

As the little hand on the clock moves around in his cage

It’ll get worse

And worse

Soon

Those screens

Will suck us up

And we’ll be inside them

And them inside us

And on and on and on

It’ll go

Watch it grow

before your eyes

Do you see it?

Or

do you tell yourself lies?

-C.H.