Millennium Noises
Millennium Noises
The air is full of beeps and tones.
One can never feel alone,
not in this world of warning sounds,
as sirens cry throughout the towns.
A clarion to evacuate
A click to end and terminate
Face time buzz from honey bun
Four beeps when the meal is done
We die to the sound of a monotone,
this way they truly know you’re gone.
These pings and beeps assure us that,
we and the machines are still intact.
3/7/16
The Noise - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2017
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