Pin thieves are operating in this area
As fingers trace the worth of names
Written in bullet-time keystroke pulses
Mimicking the wary caress of a lover’s back.
Our phones, iPods, wallets and hair
Are constantly checked up on whilst
We realise but never admit that there’s
Still something missing about ourselves.
There was a splash, and that was all
To remind us that we spend so much
Time standing at check-out conveyor belts
Watching glaciers of consumption erase us.
We wait like artificial particles for
That lone split second it takes us to die,
When our kinetic and potential energies are
Rendered down to determine what wasn’t ours.
Life is just an elaborate reminder of our death,
A series of scribbled on post-it notes ruffled by breath.