Dropping a voyage across the printed pages, he splashes through the shallow Whats App. Words are wearisome. Expression seeks emojis. Mangoes are ripe. Song of nature flows out of a *syrinx. Yet he kills the day with the Angry Birds. Ground is dry, and in the growing shade. Yet his foot and ball keep aloof, forgetting all in the Clash of Clans. He’s the winner, loser too, in an endless run. He leaves the world for the Subway Surfers. Only finger tips are alive. This is an electronic growth, devoid of the human warmth. First published in The Literary Hatchet. Angry Birds, Clash of Clans, and Subway Surfers are electronic games. *Syrinx is the vocal organ of a bird.