The Deadest End Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

The Deadest End



The finer you draw your measurements,
the further away you fall

Each number squared and time compared,
deafens out the call

Your techno-dialectic,
data piled upon itself

A trash heap at the deadest end
—where folly stacks unfelt

(Haverford Pennsylvania: July,2019)

Wednesday, July 10, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: technology
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