The lonely voice echoes down the multiplex of wires.

Each wire holds her cries for a second before

Passing them on to its neighbour without care.

For what do wires care about the fate of a single tear?

Without effort, I listen as the story falters from one

To the next, I know you need me there to chase away the liars.

“Please insert fifty cents to hear real desperation users.”

Comes a metallic voice full of the joys of spring.

I dare it to bid us, “Have a nice day!”