Your jagged eyes
hard
against the shoreline’s
earth and wind,
there are rocks and driftwood,
shipwrecks.
Morning is just
a pill,
evening, a drink
you drown in,
you always said you
wouldn’t go down
with the ship—

With twisted interest
we watch the newsblonde
shot dead Live on TV
immune to an angry culture
we
search it out
watch her die
again & again