Bleak Poetry Corner #1

Free to roam the endless digital highways
in search of
some momentary amusement
or radical cause
Free to watch the stars shine
and feed our faces
with our faces.

The frontier is long gone
The buffalo herds but a memory
of a memory
of a memory
of a memory

You might say America,
the former beauty queen,
let herself go to hell,
but maybe she just grew up
and got old
like everyone else

Not so exceptional
that time didn’t win
in the end.