Mobile Awareness

 

“Quick or dead?” the birdie asked,

while I diddled on my phone.

The prodded apps have always masked

the fact that I am here alone.  

“I’m quick and dead,” I soon replied,

while fiddling factors on my phone.

My fingers, fast, my dried mind tied

to small reflections out on loan.   

“Do you think I can be classed,

while pics flash vivid on my phone, 

with millions by whom ‘life’ has passed 

when whirled away by song and moan?

“Life’s not so great; see bloodied news

of wars and famine on my phone,

of children blinded, left no views

of bombed-out schools within their zone.

“I could go on, judgmental bird,

while death deals daily on my phone,

but hold you to be most absurd

when you imply we reap what’s sown.

“Do you, in danger, swarm in flocks,

your swooping flights caught on my phone?

Well, there you go! And no-one mocks.

You’re rightly free to save your own.

“So do not hint, O snippy bird,

that I waste time when on my phone,

but hear intently every word:

I chase life down, the life I’ve known.”