Morning Hero
this morning
I sought to be
informed
to become a glutton
for sturm and drang
two dimensional facts
were tasteless
only wailing tears
realtime malevolence
and the correct color of blood
could satiate
the need to know
to swallow evil
feel it burn my bowels
squeeze through my lens
tear my retina
and twist my lips
into unutterable words
emaciate my heart
until I become
the dark fairy tale
I read in my youth
then
and only then
would I be moved to action
untie the tongue
unblind the truth
mount a white horse
shine in sunlit armor
and shield my sensibility
with brute mentality
swing my sword of purity
behead the lame excuses
of paltry personalities
who make the evening news
and forge myself
into the morning hero.
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