Today’s poem is the final piece in our first themed edition,Your Tech Life. We thank the writers whose work made this special issue possible.
by Kim Whysall-Hammond
The machine just doesn’t stop
but clambers across and smothers real life
capturing privacies, swapping
small unregarded freedoms
for dopamine flash rewards
and a watered down electronic
recognition of sorts.
The screen’s constant siren call
replacing small intimacies
for others not yet evaluated.
Interconnected yet further apart,
we stumble on into the present future.
