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The World:

It’s news …

Hello!

Standards slipping?

The Messenger’s Wife

Is throwing herself

At the Sun Again?

O.K.

The Heat is on,

No thought for the Times,

Those that may be

Changing gear again.

Sentinel says,

To the Echo,

That the Guardian’s

Out of touch,

Like the Star;

That we cannot depend

On the Mirror’s reflection;

‘tis too Independent

By far.

Where, oh where

Can I read the truth

Behind the truths

I read?

A Windows Machine

Clouds stained and stretched

Like overlapped, pulled thin

Butterfly wings pinned

Around the rolling-silk,

Last-light-of today sun

As it leaks to pale skins after

Sheets of April-vengeance hail.

I’m sitting at a windows machine

Wondering if I can believe the numbers;

Take the cold carborundum pressures.

Here, I truly believe, we could plant,

Could surely grow, might sustain Paradise:

Legacy, pass-along gardens that would

Proudly carry standards out of history

… into the future.