‘Tabloid’ (a poem)

Standard

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.

Advertisements

One thought on “‘Tabloid’ (a poem)

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s