The Anchors Speak
       

The newscasts, the nicknamed whirling weather,
the "Bounty" on high seas, foolishly bobbing,
the movie Noah with its half-girded prop.

The newscasts, the weather plucking the electrical,
the atomic with Power? People sleeping in bike helmets
in the basement, people hunkered in hotels, people

in power striking matches instead of speaking.
The newscasts, the whirling Twitter with photos
taken in dangerous places, children in situ laughing.

The newscasts so seldom updated, online or off,
except for the hysteria, vast moneys squandered
by pundits preparing for apocalypse,

happy to calculate every fraught dollar.
The newscasts cast the weather as falling from the sky,
mankind helpless before an act of God, but not man.

The newscasts pour down.

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