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

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—