Isolation Of The Mobile Phone Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson

The world is endlessly talking on the mobile phone,
They walk in front of traffic, chatting far from home.

They ride a bike with phone held in one hand,
Coffee cup in the other, then do a headstand.

They are all talking hectically, gesticulating on the bus,
But not to their seat neighbor, rather making distant fuss.

I would rather have the silence of people messaging with their thumbs,
There is nothing worse than the verbal banal tales shouted louder than drums.

The tram is no longer a place for meditation, thought and peace,
Even empty church buildings are being set up with a calling lease.