Is this what we have come to?

Is this what we have come to?
Fitting our thoughts into 240 characters?
Pouring out our emotions into this tiny screen?

                Is this what we have come to?
Tweeting as we come squalling out a womb?
Updating our status as we are laid to rest in another?

Like vultures over carrion
our gaze keeps circling back
back to this miniscule device
           that carries our everything
waiting for a flicker of…

A million texts zing back and forth
and back and forth
through the vast reaches of space.
Yet
we are no closer than we were before.

                Yes, this is what we have come to
Myopically peering into those tiny screens
trying to decipher textspeak
        the the new pig Latin.