unfolding stories cross this stretch of time
selective recognition
from banner headline mongers
regarding violent death
attention channelled to order
at a word from the elite
deals concealed, re-framed in gilt
young men with neat haircuts and sharp suits
tell yarns with an air of authority
old men clog the future
grab the crotch of hope and squeeze
preaching ‘growth’
distributing the clutter of suffering
while science speaks of end-times
fair warning swept aside
by tides of tattle
celebrity shared vicariously
as the cute-brigade spin
turning like clockwork
to dazzle the eye, plug the ear
and scent away the stink
twenty four more hours of scratch-my-back
and dosey-dosey-doe
written: 23.10.18
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