The arial A
rings like a high-ceilinged hall
of familiar voices looped
in a warped recording.

And I can hear my voice
(as if amplified over an announcement system)
verbally browsing an archive of
previous and possible

Replies that form
A hero featured in computer games
stumbling from gunshot pangs of longing
Towards the end of the list

Before falling dead in a bloodied up
puddle of my name.