Alert!
Oh. It's only a reminder.
Automated, automatically sent
to us.
An email, a text.
They pop on devices,
trained that way.
Tomorrow's a birthday.
Always tomorrow an Alert!
Someone's born.
Yet, the helper has become a daemon.
Friendly assistance
become nudges of melancholy.
A Daemon for grieving?
How many Alerts
can the heart take?
Yearly jolts,
automated realization
that our family is fading.
Not tomorrow's children
born into midnight's Alert,
but the child father,
mother, sister, and brother we
remember in bleaching photos.
Chemically fading away,
decaying like data
on hard drives.
Our stormy lives
remembered with
a half-life of gentle reminders.
Remembered as
ghostly background processes
sending alerts of birthdays so long
ago there's no trace except
in shared memories.
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 12:21 PM UTC
Alert!
Oh. It's only a reminder.
Automated, automatically sent
to us.
An email, a text.
They pop on devices,
trained that way.
Tomorrow's a birthday.
Always tomorrow an Alert!
Someone's born.
Yet, the helper has become a daemon.
Friendly assistance
become nudges of melancholy.
A Daemon for grieving?
How many Alerts
can the heart take?
Yearly jolts,
automated realization
that our family is fading.
Not tomorrow's children
born into midnight's Alert,
but the child father,
mother, sister, and brother we
remember in bleaching photos.
Chemically fading away,
decaying like data
on hard drives.
Our stormy lives
remembered with
a half-life of gentle reminders.
Remembered as
ghostly background processes
sending alerts of birthdays so long
ago there's no trace except
in shared memories.
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