Digital Cave from Echo Mill by Cole Sullivan

Across the street there's a man
With a sign that says,
"I'm still alive,
but friends
my end is nigh."

Though he may scream and shout,
Everyone blocks it all out.
Choose what they hear
Just as he fears.

In their hands the device
Of their own demise.
A portal to
The electric
Feeding tube.

On the curb there's a child,
A young girl left to die.
Treads on her arms and legs,
In plain sight
Beside a refuse pile.

The hordes just seem to pass
Without batting an eyelash.
Trained to consume
And advised
To capitalize.

They say:

"We put our heads down
Low beneath the sand.

We don't ever want to hear
The tortured moans
From all those
Lying in the dirt.

We just want to slink away
Into our digital cave."

• Earth Gospel
• Experimental
• Folk
• Rock
• World
• Richmond