Wednesday, 17 April 2013

17. News

I have given up the news,
those opinions calcified like
ancient rock monoliths
built to lasso the sun.

For years, my eyes
paid penance.

Looked upon the worst
of this world's stories
until I too was a
solid wife of Lot.

I have quit all
that now.

There is still blood,
revolution, tax,
bile, the boats
of sailors sinking.

It did not change
a thing.

A chirruping blue-tit
reads the barcode
of the sky
and has worth.

More worth than
all of my watching.

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