‘Tabloid’ (a poem)


Wave after wave
of paper lies
caress a concrete shore.

Our throwaway society
are greedy for information,
but refuse to buy the truth.

They choose instead the stench
of cheap meat and the
sting of sore feet.

They draw moral symbolism
from the faces that sell.
Truth suffocates; evaporates.

Sandwiched between sensationalism
and the rumour mill slurry, like
sweaty commuters, it cannot survive.

A tree chopped, to accommodate
and circulate absurdity.
Discarded before the last leaf could fall.


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