Telephone Wire
by george-e-mclaughlin-jr
The tendril trees
Girdled, rootless, leafless, and lifeless
Planted Along trails
Blazed by the pony Express
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Information fast
The tethered tress
Link each house online
So that lights will burn
Talk is text
Manners dictate it to be rude
Don't ring the phone at five
Its dinner time
Sadly
No one is home
Its the modern family plan
Rarely if ever is everyone
Together at once
The hearth is cold
The head of the table empty
No one is home
Da da ling da da ling da da ling
Hello Leave a message at the beep
Beep
The connected age
A virtual world of
Artificial togetherness