Tuesday, July 29, 2008

reporting live

The whole world explodes
in every little bomb—
a million tiny shards of why.

The police siren and the webcam
vacuum up a reason
along with the blood and
replace it spewing punditry.

We soon forget to care
about each blast each flood
each unavoidable famine

until the next time paints its
inevitable, temporary
splatter pattern.

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