He slumps, grumbling at the air
a grunt, no more
admittance of awareness
minimising risk
of developing interest
grunt

the glow across
his face pale
a reflective pallor
shows us his day
has spent him inside
grunt

nourishment calls
a gutted feeling
deeper than his alienation
as food is not forthcoming
he tries to sing
grunt

in letting go
his newfound voice
an interrupted squawk
so disgusted he uhgs
hiding himself again
grunt

daily untouched
but for lonely nights
when in consolation
he hands himself to the
bounty of the sickened screen
grunt

and gurgles
in unity, at one
with images which champion
his waking hours, forcing him
unconsenting
and confused
grunt