Poem - "News"
Mar. 20th, 2011 03:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
untonugganThought I'd share a recent prose poem by yours truly.
News
byuntonuggan
Newspapers are worry-mongering things of red-eyed dread; reading or watching makes my heart howl, even if it's Jon Stewart and supposed to be funny. my doctor told me not to see body-strewn Darfur or Haiti, to pay no notice to ceaseless counts of foreclosed homes, their shutters hanging like tired eyes with nowhere to turn. for depression, he says, I should avert my gaze, read the comic about pig and rat instead, change the channel to a nature show about hyenas. my friend swore she saw a hyena once stalking down a dead end road. she knew the shape of their sharp-pointed ears swiveling to listen for her footsteps. I tried to explain, there are no hyenas in Virginia, but she would not let the memories go. now the hyena pack is hunting in Libya, a hungry horde with a trail of gun-flecked bones in their wake. my friend is glued to Al Jazeera, her eyes groping through mounds of offal for news of her family. I can only watch with her, hoping my knowing makes a difference.
News
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untonuggan Newspapers are worry-mongering things of red-eyed dread; reading or watching makes my heart howl, even if it's Jon Stewart and supposed to be funny. my doctor told me not to see body-strewn Darfur or Haiti, to pay no notice to ceaseless counts of foreclosed homes, their shutters hanging like tired eyes with nowhere to turn. for depression, he says, I should avert my gaze, read the comic about pig and rat instead, change the channel to a nature show about hyenas. my friend swore she saw a hyena once stalking down a dead end road. she knew the shape of their sharp-pointed ears swiveling to listen for her footsteps. I tried to explain, there are no hyenas in Virginia, but she would not let the memories go. now the hyena pack is hunting in Libya, a hungry horde with a trail of gun-flecked bones in their wake. my friend is glued to Al Jazeera, her eyes groping through mounds of offal for news of her family. I can only watch with her, hoping my knowing makes a difference.
