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Femme fatale
Dec 16, 2020
No mobile phones,
In the zone of the dead,
No Wi-Fi signal,
Excommunication
Instead.
Even his venial sins were left unread.
Such a blither and blather
Of the blessed signal
Emanates from masts, alone on the hill,
Veering from Porn Hub to Politics’ thrill
God! I told you before, I ‘d rather be ill.
Telecommunication:
Our soul cause célèbre,
I’d rather be dead.
