Screens

Screens blinding struggling people
As they sit
Craned necks slowly breaking
Necks that feel like progress
Progressing to a point
Past the toxic lake
Past the drunk five and dimer
And women
Past the ugly “art installation”
That is supposed to inspire “hope”
Past the full hospital
Awaking into a world
Not too far away
Where energy isn’t felt
And connection is just a word