When I ring
I bring
The outside world
Crashing In
On subtle wires
That penetrate
The walls
Of your fortress.
You hold me
At arm’s length,
Shout into the
Mouthpiece,
Bark your orders
At the unseen
Underling
On the other
End
Throwing your full weight
Down the line
But somehow it
Does not
Land.
I intrude
With the rude
Voice
Of the
Common herd
Demanding to be
Heard
By you.
There is a tone
You do not like
From the younger
Generation
Holding you
To
Account.
I am not genteel.
I steal your peace,
Interrupt,
Disrupt your
Equilibrium.
When I ring,
Pulsating in the dining room,
I bring
The news you
Dread.
A girl is dead.
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