Reportage

Watching carefully is the way of life
Awareness to read out this written record
Lighthouse windmill sailboat tray image
Faithfully described, looking up and to the right
Stone walls with plenty of mortar
Eyes cannot lie like fingers
The page is not a window
Nor a feast
This hunger is to be seen for what one has seen
And so being nearby the reporters is to be feasted upon
But not eaten
Zero calories, empty aspartame
Diet fizzy overflowing
Sticky for hours
Wasps get drunk
And it's the wasps eggs that the people want
Laid in the figs
Hatching to menace further the minds of the many
Subjective description: Hunter S.
Fearfully clothing, am I in Las Vegas?
There's no difference, between this police convention
And this public health van-pool
Except for the political aspect
Because that's what the wasp eggs need
Immediately upon hatching
To grow into new
Diet soda monsters
Buzzing, but in a terrifying way
Rather than the friendly, slow-moving honeybee
Perhaps then think twice
About faithfully describing
Events as they've occurred
For your motives are propagation
Beyond the razor's edge
A slicing through time
That can't help but take a few heads
This is no objective business
It's a lion-game
A pride
Sometimes eating its own cubs
After too many licks
As these scenes pass by
Look closely
Then more closely
For then you might forget
To remember to describe
That which you've seen
As you see
There is something else
To see