Teesta Review: A Journal of Poetry, Volume 2, Number 2. November 2019. ISSN: 2581-7094
Moving within
time
These
are the times, they warn:
The
beginning of the end, and the dawn of all things sinister -
As
if we didn’t bring ourselves here.
How
heavy the self-righteous cloud hangs
While
the touch of any button serves our need for instant gratification –
But,
look how robots are stealing our jobs!
Somewhere
between plastic wastelands and towering landfills
We’re
sifting our prayers for survival through long-lens cameras
And
the most fitting humanitarian selfies.
This
is the best time to be alive, they claim…
We
measure beauty among the straight lines of concrete jungles;
Marvel
at the majesty of endangered species as they roam
Freely in their
barb-wired enclosures.
Here
we are losing touch, losing faith, losing face
Pretending
to know more of who we are and where we’re heading,
As
search engines provide enough knickknacks to piece a new existence.
Somewhere
a Healer holds council over a Skype call,
Searching
for resolution among digitised smoke signals and algorithmed bones –
Which
century of Ancestors will reply?
Are
they, too, moving with the times?