breaking truth
in the arid cracked land near crawford
where bereaved gather
a little slip of water came from the clouds
campers caught by camera lenses
were transmitted and released
over airwaves, microwaves and wifi frequencies
they were perceived by distracted senses
and received by a few perusers
as lightening flashes
in the pantheon of trusted sources
aggressive rivers of distorting forces
pour forth and puddle in my inbox
the vox populi is popping
perking ears of laptop loafers
the modern order of broadside posters
snap-crackling fingers
fly over keyboards cataloging
headline crimes and adventures
wordily working over
shiny objects near and far--
ritual media operations
a rip tide
a glib ride around
mom and her supporters
shattered water glasses
soak today's passes
over yesterday's news
swelling streams of digital eyes
remotely grasped realities
flooding streets and cemeteries
winds are shaking
the levee's blowing
breaking truth is overflowing
--October 2005
