Jan De Raeymaeker


Mobile's Cry - Poem by Jan De Raeymaeker

I am a mobile phone, beautifully small and sleek
Encased in polycarbonate and brushed chrome
Do not reduce my existence to lying in stasis on a table
Commuted to the life of a landline: a crime
O phone-holding-hand owner, don't disown me thus
Don't let anything place any distance between us
Should we not always be together, you and I tethered
Communing freely with clouds in digitised waves
Forever linked to all those other techno-slaves


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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 18, 2014



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