Ivor M Bundell
- Sep 20, 2021
- 1 min read

The Silence of the Apps

The dragon’s roar echoes from an airport

Over the hills beyond and through blue air

To this quiet garden where I sit and stare

Addictively at apps like someone caught

In a maelstrom, the cyclone’s single eye -

Where all is blinding silence - now swiftly

Searches out where my old weaknesses lie,

While images are swiped from memory.

Communication fails, there is no word.

The finger of God un-moving across

The surface of the pond. I am at a loss.

Somewhere the cawing of a crow is heard.

I listen for the pings that signify

A message - but nothing. As if I die.

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