The messenger has come
to tell a story of the past,
one that ends
and always makes you cry.
News from all around the world,
fantastic and sublime;
war and love
designed to terrify.
There was a time
when we would welcome
news of the outside world,
now we reject the truth
and keep the lie.
It’s easier to see
that to believe
what is in fact;
the news is all designed
so we react.
The messenger,
the medium,
the pigeon and the pulse;
the question answered
before it is asked.
The tension rise,
the hypnotized
take heed
and they attack.
No new circumstance
goes unscrutinized.
And we fade away
in the face of TMI,
connected by WIFI,
to a hive mind,
but are we still you and I?
The day we make
one last mistake
based on our information age,
erase our faces off of the page;
close the book
and we lose our place.
Shut off the lights,
dim down the day
and sit in silence
we’re amazed
that there is still
one last refrain
communicated in our wake.
No signal here,
no bars, no fear,
no misconstrued text,
only clear
communication.
One unified word
is all we hear.
The messenger has come
to tell us
that the end
is…
HG – 2017
