A Poem For You

 

A poem?

Okay, here’s a poem for You.

No no, not you—You.

 

The words roll by,

Glazing Your eyes over

With their slick assonance

And their rolling metaphors.

Too phor for you to read.

 

“Hmph,” says You;

As indecipherable to some

As those poems are to You.

 

Stop!

Enough!

Put down the controllers

To the worlds you don’t belong in.

To the worlds that don’t exist.

Get up. Discover.

Explore the world around us.

 

Living, breathing, dying. By our hands.

Yes, You,

Him,

Her,

Us—

The world.

It’s dying. We’re killing.

Not the simulations You spend so much time with.

It. We’re murdering it,

And drowning ourselves.

 

Boom!

What You hear in the games.

Bam!

What You hear in the games.

Drip, drop, drip…A final breath.

What you’ll hear if those games are finished, without pause.