Phone in the Anthropocene
Brandon Foreman
When they think of me
they think of despair
Oh, how can this be?
I was always there
They say it was radiation
A blessing turned to assassin
Now, all I know is stagnation
Once a third arm, I’m unfastened
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Environmental Literature | Social Justice | Sustainable Futures
Phone in the Anthropocene
Brandon Foreman
When they think of me
they think of despair
Oh, how can this be?
I was always there
They say it was radiation
A blessing turned to assassin
Now, all I know is stagnation
Once a third arm, I’m unfastened
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