Phantoms

 

We Humans are immortal if we choose to be

Drifting on the ether or the digitised streams

Of social media networks and video channels

Whilst our bodies turn to dust beneath the soil.

 

Our likeness Our actions   Our spirit        Our thoughts

Our friends    Our interactions       Our choices  Our life

 

Free spirits inhabiting the space we call Home

Adrift, untethered, unspeaking, ethereal

Passing phantoms to those treading this way

After we’ve shuffled off this mortal, digital, coil

 

Youtube         Snapchat       Facebook      Twitter

Instagram      Soundcloud  Linkedin        Bandcamp

 

Historians no longer scrabbling through dusty tombs

No longer leafing through yellowed manuscripts

No longer unearthing rare wax records

No longer digging up graves and artefacts

 

Photos           Recordings   Memes           Tweets

Likes               Dislikes          LOLs               Beats

 

No off button in the afterlife

Permanent resident of the world wide web

Caught up in its sticky dark threads

The living are now outnumbered by the dead

 

This is our destiny

This is our history

Carelessly written

Whilst we are alive

Left to posterity

The ghost in the shell

Of the technology network

We now call a life