New Poem: “The World of Work”
A poem inspired by Joseph Pieper and Jaques Ellul
The World of Work
By Tyler Morrison
The world of work now overwhelms; It spans the globe and fills each palm. It bends men over, hunches spines. Over faces bent over screens it looms. It gazes back behind the glass. And when it rests, it never rests, But sits in pockets buzzing and bugging, Impatiently waiting to employ your focus, Attention, care, and worry. Stopped up ears hear nothing but noise: Music, podcasts, true crime horrors. Some are good, some bad, but all push And drag your sad and lonely soul Through electron interactions In decibels like cannonballs. Oh, this working world Is vices: De-vices. They simulate your joy, Or at least your pleasure. Oh, the dopamine hits! Adrenaline rushes, yes! We’ve fabricated tools that use us more Than they themselves could ever be used. The difference becomes semantic Between implements, tools, and fetishes. For objects become a cult, occult, And rote becomes rite. These shallow, hollow rituals Bring powers diabolical. Demonic obsessives are screened By screens from seeing God's creation. O, Jesus, Christ, I’m thirsty! You have the healing waters, Lord, And I long so long to drink. Until I've seen a priest, The bars will do the best they can For an approximation of a man Who lives inside a phone instead, Gazing on faces and hearing the voices All technical, robotic, Dead.
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Incisive commentary! All too relatable.