Floating Heads

No google search for the nameless ones

Those foot soldiers of eons past, identities

thrown onto garbage heaps turned dust

except for the lucky proven beacons cradled

by the arms of history. Flick on your screen

and look them up, take a drag off the airways

I’ll wait for your return.

But for those lost not google search worthy

The unenlightened stripped of identity and

by all means friendless by today’s standards,

what a deplorable existence they had to endure.

And what of their Gods? All pretend! Only now

can we behold the vastness behind our beamed

up screens where one can gaze for hours, days,

drinking knowledge while deconstructing infinity.

And to all us worshipers with floating heads 

morphing minds onto a new generation of 

perfection, we awaken to a new world where 

sunsets are passé, a vacuous void holding 

no useful information nor need for contemplation. 

Now please excuse me while I step aside and 

recharge. My battery is at 5%.