News Review

SK

(For a girl who was murdered many times by the media)

Looking over the prospective corpse

Headlines vied at each other

Pools of blood on the roadside

Blackened into ink on newsprint

Those who had done it

Told those who were shouting

That everything will be done,

Though nothing could be undone now

They were politely told

To make no noise about it

In a soft tender voice

Her heart beats told her breath

Not to leave now

Her eyes told the sight not to vanish

They had made her sign a paper

Saying she didn’t want anything done

In her name.

Her mouth was covered in linen

Thin linen

The water from the water canon

Tasted of salt

Not from the sea far away

But from an ocean within