Heirs of Industry

D. F. Dumaresq

  
We were born among the reeds
Of wind turbines and cell towers,
Nurtured at the streaming breast 
With the milk of free flowing text,
Trained by the disciples of Cohen 
And guarded with gaze aversion
Against the semiotics of incorporation

Still we were hunted, divided, and downloaded, with poison

[asthma suicides anti-depressants endorphins estrogens plastics chlorine codeine plasticine trampoline]

Now we hasten to write
Our folk songs and our blogs,
Publish our podcasts,
And broadcast our messages
Of love, and solidarity in solitude,
Below the radar
To our siblings

Anxiety-rotten

We type on

Oh thou jailed in thy chamber,
Slaying great dragons,
Reconciling warring tribes,
Basking in digital sunshine,
Surround-sound bullfrogs
Croaking on fractal riverbanks

Thou art beauty
Thou art brave
Thou art strong
Thou art soul

Thou art dear 
To us