No mobile phones,
In the zone of the dead,
No wi-fi signal 
Excommunication
Instead.
Even his venial sins were left unsaid.

Such a blither and a blather
Of the blessed signal
Emanates from masts, alone on a hill,
Veering from Porn Hub to Politics' thrill
                               God! I told you before, I'd much rather be ill.                                      
Is telecommunication:
                Our sole cause célèbre?            
If that is so 
     Then I'd much rather be dead.