These keyboards attach to our fingertips,
flattened touch screen perhaps
or physical clicky switches for those
who grew up inside technology’s frontier
zone, our wild wasteland of digital desert.

They are megaphones, shouting our
words and feelings behind comforting glass
and anonymous labels, those reprisals
meant for another era where voice
matched visage, we are shadow bytes my
fellows!

Our voices mere characters, enhanced and
projected through posts that may be true
but instead, often prongs
in the hope of fracturing
calm composures, (do not put it in the
papers) but consider the heart,
the blood boiling through punctured
prose?

Is this pome here because a post was
read that seemed to troll? Or just
opinion whack and so forth to be as
alien as can be? I know not, other than
the grimace that appeared when I absorbed
that statement. I can only recommend
trying new hobbies in retort.