Everyone is having children
While denying the existence of others
And they'll share pictures and hopes and dreams
While convinced that if it isn't they
It doesn't matter
Children learn they aren't really wanted
Accidental human souls
Learning at the breast of social media
Suckling little nuance and complexity
Learning much about nothing
Rejoicing in triumphs from people far away
Wishing for the simple act of human touch
Realizing how much is missing
Aching linger of what once was
Maybe the memory is the better part
Maybe none of it really existed
Maybe it is all just digital homogeneous thought
Touch the screen with longing and faith
And the hope of loneliness less manifest
