Desert Island WiFi

And it can be a cheerful day,
Marooned on the island of ends,
Nowhere anyone would request

By choice to spend their latter days,
The body disintegrating
But the painkillers working well,

The nurses efficient and kind
The fierce desert sun outside flat
Against the double-paned window

And virtual conversations
With old friends making a chorus
Of soul crickets and fireflies

You can actually understand,
All the rhythmic, winking seme verse.