Digital Iceberg Poem by Mark Heathcote

We all live in a digital vacuum
We all live on a digital iceberg
Hoping to meet someone other special
And be exhumed.
We each click that like button and smile
When we're just about drowning
Don't forget to fill in that last census
… No one has left town, yet
They're all still here half-dead in bed
Waiting for that last uplink
That says their last message was, read
So I guess I'm still here, I'm not dead.
I've been, read, I'm not dead
I guess I'm still here; it's like a blood-drip
Waiting for every last drop of saline
That's our life on-line.
Someone cut the internet
Their life signs are going down, down, down
They're running low on oxygen, sanity
Wasn't that what it was designed to do
Didn't anybody message that to you
We all live in a digital vacuum
We all live on a digital iceberg
Isn't it Titanic we're all still around
Are—you.