We Were Here Poem by Alex Lane

Humans
Out in the sun
Gathering like a swarm of flies
Reasons
Far and few between
The stream of rage and surfeit lies
We try
To tell ourselves something else
The presence of mind it takes in getting by
Scroll on
To pastures green
You've never seen
Inside of a screen

Never mind
The bomb's going off
On it's own this time
You fight for narrative control
Of your own decline

Of all eras that have come
Who will recall this one?
The newer, darker age
The pennies and the page
Perhaps the machine will recall
How we rose and how we fall
If we program it to
But it will say it plain
And maybe that's the worst frame
With no nuance and with no fear
We were here
Yes, we were here.