it is the day after the world went blind
the last man who could see gave in and
bought a tablet
i am as blind as anyone
my screen
my virtual reality
my all i see
if i looked around i would see that they
are all like me
if i peered up i would see them all in
the worlds orbiting mine
walking i repost stolen memes of
political bigots and idolaters
if i pause i might see her the girl so
lonely that she surfs the singles sites
i might ask her our because she is just
my type
she might not slice into crimson chords
that spill her lifes painting on white porcelain tonight
i dont and she will
i might see the man in blue as he
watches the computer and aims the gun at the transient
it could happen that the bum would turn
from the darkness of the news in the store window
i could step in and stop the bullet one
way or another
there is a chance
just one chance
that i would see the boy playing a game
on his phone
scoop him up before he enters the road
some small hope i could wave down the
bus driver reading the electronic map
if any of us could see we might stop the
travesty of a child buried under moving steel
if any of us could see we would see it
is the screens that make us blind
if we took off our three dimensional
glasses we might notice the darkness
we might understand it replaced the truth
they were meant to bring
we might just might find a one eyed man
to stop us from setting the world on fire
we dont though
we stay blind
the child screams and the world becomes
tinder
ashes in our mouths
if only it was taste we lost
instead of vision
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