|Greg Scott Brown
A new word to explain
technology's mad love
Bugs trapped in quicksilver,
no one survives our enthusiasm.
This is why we tweet
all the livelong effing day
about who we no longer adore,
attend to, or make immortal in some corner
of our half-pint universe,
those five-thousand intimates
a click away from being unsung.
Because society is work, the deep dig
through inconvenient blood and bone.
And, anyway, we're alone.