the internet is a funeral in my brain

there was nothing below or above, beyond or hintern
what was said before love was not meaning anything
and what is said after love exists in an abyss
where every day contains many near death experiences
as i feel my heart almost forget to beat, multiple times a day
and certain thoughts give me pain in my chest
and i try to eat, but purchase food without feeling
and admire my pale hollow cheeks
and wonder at our robotic ways

when a friend, at the other side of this illusion in time, answered the phone
i was suddenly not alone

the funerary placement of objects as we do honor the dead
occurs on funerals of internets
the internet is a funerary affair
before which we lay remembrance of collateral murder
in prose and poem and film
the raoul wallenberg memorial in stockholm, of a secret exodus
contains lies of the wars of empire
as wallenberg family is now engaged in genocides
war industries

the internet is war industry
the internet is funeral
the internet has supplanted passivity with activity
readers become writers
with internet
but we are writing hollow lines for hollow men
on wallenberg global energy grid
while the war rages on robustly
and the guantanamo detainees will get no federal hearing
they will be coerced down the impossible futurity of the
monkey/military tribunal
USA is fired for war crimes