Lost in the Feed

Bollocks to silence, buzz blaring all around. Thumb prints tattooed, heads buried down.

Fox slips through litter, tail split with light. No one's seen

dawn 'cept the bloody wifi. Frost bites my knuckles, breath hangs in

the air. Wolves in the hedgerows, you're still

unaware. Cracked screens flicker in the shade of old oak. Nature gets mugged

while you laugh at some joke. Look at the trees, no one's looking

but me. Chins glued to glass, swiping all they'll ever see.

Cloud-shaped wars in the sky, bullhorns grow endlessly. The grass is alive,