A winning poem from the Coffs Harbour Heat of the National Poetry Slam by one of Coffs Harbour Writer’s Group members.

Death By Information
by Xanthe Levi Littlemore

They don’t make pain like they used to
Eighty thousand mobile phones
And twenty-seven TV stations
Radiating through my bones

Now it’s death by information, catch it from the news
Toxic saturation, I only went to buy some shoes!
Mass manipulation, caught you in the ‘net
You might run you might hide
But you will not forget

They don’t make confusion like the old days
When what you had to watch for were thieves
And who might come to the village
And who was going to leave

Now it’s death by information, frantic facile ads
Toxic saturation, designed to drive you mad
Mass manipulation buys this kind of dress
And take this pill if you get ill
And you can’t take the stress

They don’t make pain like they used to
Now they put you on hold
And make you listen to Greensleeves
We’re bankrupt if silence is gold

Now it’s death by information, chewing up your time
Toxic saturation, just like junk mail in my mind
Mass manipulation, we’re all like Stepford Wives
We might think so, but we don’t know
Who’s got hold of our lives?