Narcissuses

They sat on either side Of the walkway Dozing catatonics Fixated to smart phone screens Some happy, some unhappy With their own clumsy selfies In saturnine pose Curled up Like Narcissus of yore Enamored by his own image On the placid waters of a pool As crumbling walkers Walked and walked To distant health hidden Somewhere on receding horizons Earphones plugged Into their ears Looks dazed into yonder skies Unaware of what was on Around the walking streak Listening to music Or what amused A beloved's chirp Hymns, spiritual burp A world lost to technology Sound and sight Sans any soul Inner abode or eye People of straw Like a summer drizzle Who can't a world make Abounding on the outside That, alas, has no inside Losing themselves to the tricks Of the stealthy seductress Technological advance Or is it all wrong? Is this the way species evolve? Darwin may have the last laugh These zombies may at last Evolve and long last In a scenario we can't forecast A lotos land of the lost Where it is always afternoon With no night or forenoon As flowers in full bloom God, please give them the Moon