I follow the stories. Most stories don’t
have pleasant endings, or even beginnings,
written in happy-go-lucky, squiggly fonts.
Year round extra judicial killings.
Some will make it to the headlines, most won’t.
This peaking death in the middle of spring.
Losses that happen and are telephoned.
The rollbacks, the undemocratic stirrings.
On the plus side, there’s always one, I’m told -
managed to learn a whole new heap of things:
crash course on firming up the pain threshold;
these so called linings of silver and gold
are exactly that – heightened imaginings.
Positive, and its dire, negative meanings.