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Friday, December 17, 2010

Blood Manna [Today's News Poem, December 17, 2010]

Blood Manna [Today's News Poem, December 17, 2010]

Texting while swerving, a baby
Cries and a shopping cart crumples.
Very embarrassing. Numbers exchange.
All of them call for adjusters
(Dropping the manna in pieces),
Call for attorneys to divvy the spoil:
Small, but sufficient. They motor
Off, while green manna is dusting
Blood in the parking lot, dying but live.
Heirs on the phone have discovered
God once again and they're praying
Manna as green as wet gangrene—as green
Graves, as the light that confirms us
Driving a reckless, excited
Payload wherever the manna's delivered.

"The gun battle moved into the parking lot, witnesses said. A bullet struck 30-year-old Monique Nelson while she was putting her 2-year-old son into her Chevrolet SUV, killing her "
—Suzanne Phan, ABC News 10, Posted: 12/16/2010
http://www.news10.net/news/story.aspx?storyid=112296&catid=2

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Monday, December 13, 2010

Angels With Nets [Today's News Poem, December 13, 2010]

Angels With Nets [Today's News Poem, December 13, 2010]

I cannot imagine the purpose of lights that they summon,
Nor understand how they have managed to capture the morning,
Nor how is it rock got so shiny, nor how it can hurtle
Above all those reefs that they've built on the edges of water—
And how is it eyes made from substances pulled from the shoreline
Have seen the obscurest of shelters and how is it magic
Has yanked our most vigorous out of the ocean, beyond us,
And how do we fly? Does it hurt? And what meaning's behind it?
Depleted—I've heard it from trenches that moan with exhaustion,
I've heard it from stones that just vanish from beaches, to pebbles,
I feel that a limit's been reached, that our purpose is simple:
Survival. Although it is hopeless and we will be captured
I wonder what's there on the surface; they must be the angels
For we are important—we must be to earn such attention.

"A South Korean fishing vessel sank in waters near Antarctica today, killing five sailors and leaving 17 others missing, the government said. "
—Bomi Lim, Bloomberg, Dec 12, 2010 10:45 PM PT
http://www.bloomberg.com/news/2010-12-13/south-korean-fishing-boat-sinks-in-antarctic-ocean-four-dead.html

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