A cynical, mercenary, demagogic press will produce in time a people as base as itself. —Joseph Pulitzer A day came when the history editor grabbed his bullhorn and hollered GET ME REWRITE! The scribes rushed back from the cafeteria. Most were quick to spew out the fresh agitprop. A few slipped away to smoke, or write rondeaux. One morning the heavens fell. Nobody saw. Well, some had seen, but decided they had not. Despite the warnings. In spite of what they knew. Narratives were crafted to flatter the eye of consumers free to disregard the sky. Sigh. It’s all been said before, and said better. NOTE: Celeste Pfister is a painter and poet living on the Sun Coast of Florida, where she is preparing her first collection of poems for publication. You’ll find more of her work, and her excellent blog, at Celestial Artworks (https://www.celestialartworks.com). While you’re there, you can also sign up for her weekly newsletter.