After we die, our digital corpses haunt the internet.
Ghostly imposters in search of better interest rates,
automobile warranties, medical plans.
No last rites. No obituary. No funeral.
Cruel irony, like abandoned telephone answering
machines parroting cheerful greetings on endless loop.
“Leave a message. I’ll get right back to you.”
No wake. No mourners. No interment.
Virtual undertakers scour cyberspace for remains.
Those recovered denied afterlife, executed
with keystroke bullets, delete, delete, delete.
No eulogy. No second line. No memorial.
Data echoes of our former selves languish in cloud
and server mausoleums until entropy chews the last byte.
Bitcoins cover eyes. Electrons serve as pallbearers.
Death Byte by Lynn Norton | Sandalwood Poetry Reed Diffuser Set
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