Where once I turned pages
now my thumb slides and the
stories swipe left and right
tapped into existence each new
image of inconsequence
I stuff my mind with fast food
home delivery through my eyes
endorphin explosion of daily feed.
Even as the one hundred and
eighty eight grams of technology
gets too heavy in my hand
and my acutely arched back creaks
when I rub my eyes to reduce the blur
I am transfixed by a car crash
a Trump, a Johnson, a Thunberg
awaiting inevitable disaster .
Ciaran Burke
