So where are the poems in the madness of this media intoxicated world?
Where is the love of words and the work of the soul when sound bites
Drag us from one unfinished image of nightly news to offers of brilliantly
Presented products that will make our lives look like the perfect people
On the video screen that we work long hours to struggle to be.
“To be or not to be” that is the question asked several centuries ago
Before the question got so complicated by technology . “Is it nobler
In the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune or take
Arms against a sea of troubles…” Some loose, some win, we all die.
We are living in the undiscovered country sometimes called the future.
First you must learn to laugh, then you must learn to love,
Then you must learn to fix dinner and turn off the TV…
And the poems will come as the soul shakes off
The slings and arrows of intoxicating media
And delights in your barley stew with the fresh tomatoes and onions.