Spare me this muzak
This rolling newsfeed
24 hours - no coda
Ostinato
A builder’s skip full
Of disposable nappies
At dawn, with rats
At noon, in full sun
At dusk, with flies
The witching hour passes
More disposable nappies
Are piled on
On the hour, every hour
Ostinato
Human interest stories
Who writes this stuff?
¡Ay!
One could not make it up
The stench builds
Ostinato
The chorus of bluebottles
Drown the choirs
Of widowed
Orphaned, the vilomah
Ostinato
The nation diverts funds
From the disabled and sick
To rebuild armed forces
Crescendo
A woman
Studies her DNA
After a healthy, happy life
She’s discovered
She was swapped
In the maternity ward
For another baby
With the same surname
Seventy years ago
Fanfare
Thousands killed in earthquake
Desperate scramble
To save lives
Diminuendo
Bones
Play those rhythm bones
That’s all to play on
The bones of the bombed
Town hall
Hospital
Mosque
The bones found
In the school yard
Ostinato
¡Ay! The joy has gone
~
n.b. Here, the weekend. Let us play, watch sports, listen to music, relax. The Earth spins on.
CLP 05/04/2025
5 responses
Your title reminded me of the old BB King blues song ‘The Thrill is Gone’, Chris.
Kim, Good morning! I took the three elements of the title from the tabular prompt, but yes, a strong echo of that BB King classic.
Wow. This is epic. Such musicality and sweeping movement and strangeness. I love it.
Holy poetry! You had me on my seat, Chris.
…and on a Saturday too! Thanks for letting me know 🙏