Die TV Die! By Tedi Tuttle Wixom 5/4/99 transcribed 2/27/12
Obituaries are packed with friends
And neighbors lying dead of heart
attacks.
Why? Why in America are we
insistent
Upon rushing headlong into the
jaws of death?
Why can’t we relax? Why can’t we
rest?
We need more rest and more silent
time.
We need a few friends who are
humans
Not merely Mr. Computer, Mr. TV,
and Mr. Internet.
We all have the same hours in a
day.
Time is a precious commodity.
I need a prescription for ocean
waves to soothe my soul,
More barefoot time in the sand,
And less news to cause information
overload.
Perhaps, if I cut the cables,
wires, and electricity,
I could regain my senses and
sensibility.
Die TV die!
I need to feel fresh mown grass on
bare feet, or
Sun streaming across my face as
the sun disappears
On the Oquirrh Mountains as I gaze
west, while
Tossing pebbles in the Great Salt
Lake.
