A world of ghosts
People passing from one place to another
Not talking
But listening
And not replying
But speaking
And not being
But there
And every day the paperboy brings more

And no one listens to your cries
and no one sings you lullabies
Draw the curtains to the outside
Turn out the light
Let farmville die
dropping to the earth
disintegrating into the dark ground
where something looks up
and bar codes your hand
And you hear the voice of the Oracle
D. B. A.

Come out and play
We're always here
We're always ready
Said the little people
in their little boxes
with their little voices
and their little words
We are your friends
We care about you
We love you
Ignore that man behind the curtain