Compulsively
telling people about
a death in the family
about which I feel little,
it dawns upon me
that we somehow
miss village life,
even those of us
who were born and grew up
in the Megalopolis;
behind our need to reach
for the keyboard or touchscreen
and proclaim everything
is the stark truth
that in our bones
we miss
and strive to replace
the Town Crier
we have never had.
Dark Matter 