Lots of people getting their skulls numbed by the cops, by social contagion, popping off all over, all at once. No shortage of shopworn reasons why, media gaslighting, alibis. Even in a low-light nowhere town the ultrasonic thrum, and only agitated dogs to give warning.
Welcome, new subscribers, and thank you. From time to time I will be dipping into the archive and reposting some poems you probably haven’t seen. This one first ran about fourteen months ago. Evergreen?
"media gaslighting" indeed. "Thrum" is my current favorite word!
It does feel that way, like we’re all connected by the same feeling of outrage or fear or history or whatever it is. Love this!