Nineteen eighty-nine
an old man cries
on a flickering box screen TV
streaming tears from his eyes
nose and cheek, obscuring
prepared paper remarks
struggling with words like
“piled” and “pulped”
made no sense then.
Nineteen eighty-nine
an old man cries
on a flickering box screen TV
streaming tears from his eyes
nose and cheek, obscuring
prepared paper remarks
struggling with words like
“piled” and “pulped”
made no sense then.
