MarkADHay
This poem is a haunting meditation on the erosion of language and cultural memory in the digital age. It opens with the image of words slipping through cracks, suggesting both loss and fragmentation, while screens hum with a sterile, mechanical presence. Vowels, the breath of speech, vanish, and syntax dissolves into slang, marking a shift from structured meaning to ephemeral noise. The scroll becomes a metaphor for endless consumption, where heritage is flattened and meaning buried beneath the feed's relentless churn. It is a lament for linguistic depth and ancestral connection, swallowed by the speed and surface of modern media.