In between downloads

This is a poem,
between two downloads.
It starts with a download
and ends before one.

Much like the coffee
or that regular doughnut
or even a song on youtube.

It does not talk about
the society, or of the men
that fight and spill blood.
Not even of the flowers or
of the bees that hum about them.

Its birth, life and the last punch,
all wait, in patience,
for that one download to finish.