Catching the News
Chocolate coloured and glistening,
Large eyes in a larger head,
Skin stretched tight,
So young
Looking so old.
Flies dancing and settling.
No light in the gaze.
As the camera draws back,
A distended belly comes into shot
Above spindly legs
Against a blue sky
Drenched in sunshine.
We pull back and scrape our plates
Into the garbage.
We deaden our pain
With reality shows
And other trivial pursuits.
Our minds burn,
The wounds remain.
Our analgesics
Are all in vain.
Copyright © Denis Bruce | Year Posted 2005
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