News Review
SK
(For a girl who was murdered many times by the media)
Song of the setting sun (Photo credit: Thorsten Becker)
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
