The Social Network Rows and row of people. Face to the ground Jerk slowly forward, not wanting to be found. Their faces illuminated giving them away But by what? Facebook, snapchat, Instagram? People in rows and rows, Young and old. Friends and foes. A man holding his son’s hand and in the other a phone. The son looks up, asks a question, curious in tone But then I hear a sigh, a groan, a moan For his Dad just says ‘I’m busy’ leave me alone Doesn’t even turn his head. Instead his eyes remain glued to the illuminating image he’s holding in his hand. his thumb autonomously scrolling, the unconscious crowd shoaling Like fish, they form a pattern a collective 'like' here, request there, emoji then. In his small hands a little thing of plastic and glass and metal born of the brain to birth what? The young boy puts his back in his pocket And observing this scene looks to the grey clouds looking for some sort of company, forwards they gently float blending into one above and so, felling like the hidden sky, the clouds, they just coat.