The Trinity In Your Hands Poem by Hans Ostrom

The Trinity In Your Hands



Believers, bow your heads.
Worship your phone. It is all things.
Its icons bind you
to the holy trinity
of Telecommunications, Infotainment,
and Consumption.

Accept the liturgy of apps,
the dogma of fake urgency.

Believers, tap your loving phone
with humble thumbs and fingers.
Stream and text. Forward and purchase.
Your phone will go with you
where you go, amen.


hans ostrom 2015

Wednesday, April 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: phone,satire
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 01 April 2015

Ha. Nice commentary. Thank you for sharing.

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