A poetry reading of the poem Detached from Behind the facade by Camille Barr
There was a time when bare feet walked the land
A wrong step was felt, and quickly corrected
Discomfort brought the recognition of appreciation
Now artificial barriers block the critical thought
All senses safely muted as is all sensibility
Distortion of distance came through
first loud and clear in the earpiece fixture
a practical measure it seemed of some comfort
Then the message flickered through in neat text
“Sorry I’m busy, I’ll catch you next time”
as if time is an obedient slave, with a humorous side
Time consumption now barricades
In the decay of over-consumption
Pictures now flicker like text
no longer handled with care
Sitting here alone yet connected
Separation of the personal
Objectification of the non-personal person
Contact Us?
Us equals community
Community equals personal connection
So where is us?
An email address? Response within 24 hours
Desired comfort has dissolved us
the uncomfortable madness of it all
Dwells deep within true desire
As children talk on screens
A sci-fi dream it would seem
As the bikes stand still, an untouched shrine
the streets no longer beckon adventure
How far we have come to set ourselves
So far behind
The human image passes as unknown
As the unfelt step is taken
Unethical barriers drop on the unknown
The detached body has become
The detached soul
Lost in the wilderness of its own making
A nightmare surely to awaken
Even the dead