Dystopia used to be a myth. But now
I live like a Transformer, headbanging
on the sonic booms
lacerating skins of Gaza-strip,
Baghdad, Belgium and Lahore. People
have evolved. In place
of their head, now
they carry a Call-of-Duty type
mask of Kevlar black.
The territorials are coupled
with terror-machine, through oil-ducts
made of high-end alloys
and desert-friendly. Middle-path,
media-machine squeaks. Free-thoughts
are not free after all. New-age
Whitmans and Wordsworths,
they need to hear the ultra-sonic sirens
of titanium drones, and the rattles of MH370.
Rivers don’t flow
with the same tranquility anymore.
A new layer of sonosphere, now circumscribes us
and Beethovens are pretty out of context.
We need to find love in a different way,
and make some poetic-machines for the new sounds of our time.
[Originally Published at Tuck Magazine, April 2016]