Murder Suicide

I can only imagine
My frustration
When the inevitable future
Finds me
Trapped in a gently
Jostling sea
Of silent slates
And empty eyes locked
On a hand held

All of us caught
In the flow of
Wedged bumpers
Harmlessly bouncing
From one person
To the next

I will be the only one
Trying to
Plot an untouched course
The only one saying
Pardon
And finally the only one
To break down
Screaming certain death
To the next
Pile of oblivion
Touching me

Rather than display
Visible reactions
All they will do
Is turn the device around
Making me
The temporary target
Of indifferent attention
And within seconds
I will see myself
Freaking out on the
News monitors
Strung above our heads

Without trial
Or explanation
I will be exposed
As far too alive
And dangerously unfit
For living