04-19-2018, 05:34 AM
Hearst Expires
Once they shone yellow, bright
with sharp nattering and flare of life—
chirping, pooping where they lived,
all opinion, saffron sparks in lamplight.
Now, canaries in a coal mine
they’ve gone gray, cracked voices
harsh amid loud pointless picks
and grate of shovels, cursing
miners who have lost their way:
they warn, false old-line journals
that freedom dies in darkness
but instead cough bile and die
to lie in pretended loyalty
unnoticed as the air goes empty.
Once they shone yellow, bright
with sharp nattering and flare of life—
chirping, pooping where they lived,
all opinion, saffron sparks in lamplight.
Now, canaries in a coal mine
they’ve gone gray, cracked voices
harsh amid loud pointless picks
and grate of shovels, cursing
miners who have lost their way:
they warn, false old-line journals
that freedom dies in darkness
but instead cough bile and die
to lie in pretended loyalty
unnoticed as the air goes empty.
Non-practicing atheist