It is absolutely impossible

To breath in tandem with your

Fellow man or woman.

We have gone to war

And the battles are ubiquitous

Yet undefined

Yes

Confusion at death

The numbers numb

Drowning in phlegm

Goodnight, unspoken,

Last moments on a screen,

Lobbiists salivating

At the thought of another variation

Needles squeezed unceremoniously

Into our flesh

Forever?

And social media whips up

Angst and terror

But the money men don’t care

The world has turned full circle

And at last I can say

Goodnight

Even if

There’s no-one there.

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