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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ha. Nice commentary. Thank you for sharing.