The slumped city a dome of silence—
souls remanded to limbo, quartered in nuclear barracks

The only rustle—
a hubbub of switches, shepherding photons along twisted paths
where multitudes emulate realities
their domiciles ripped open to others

A place for all,
where all have a voice—
where even a thousand chips lack the filters
to discriminate our declarations, so—

Mute that cat!


This poem was published on June 10, 2020 by The Voices Project .

Andy Oram
March 28, 2020

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