We have become the orphans of a broken promise.

The product of discarded point of view

that stopped being relevant the moment their mouths closed

and the hum of the ignored became louder.

We are the orphans of deceit, lies and digital tape,

of meaningless thought and the near dispiriting

words of gathered hope that dissipates and fades

into the wind at the breath of the merest gentle gust

that tussles with our hair, pats our shoulders with thunder

and yet is as invisible as the join between