Digital Mass

A media poem

Angels and Demons in the ether net,
watching you worship through 
     stained glassed screens —
wishing for your mortality.

Attending the eucarist 
     you elevate silicon wafers,
drink the blood of bits,
and genuflect with bent neck.

This church organ squeaks 
     through centimeter pipes —
its holy water font is sans serif
and donations are extracted 
     on wholly scrolls.

Digital mass has no weight —
     in this ether, a demiurge.
The sign of peace splinters into pieces.
Decimated.
     Quantized.
          Encoded.

"May the almighty bless you, 
     and don't forget to 
     like, share, and subscribe."

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I changed the last line to “like, share, and subscribe” from “like, share, and comment.” I have an allure for alliteration — I’m a sucker for sound.

But I think the “comment” comment came out of what I was seeing on substack for people complaining about not receiving comments. But subscribe in this line I think flows better.