A web of wiring runs
frantically from pole to pole.
Powering every structure.
Touching every life.
Consuming all we know,
never stopping, leaving behind
an intricate impression over
our view towards the open expanse of space.
A pair of newspaper boxes chained
at the base.
A gray suit, with no tie,
studies the headlines. Contemplating options,
reaches for two quarters,
purchases a copy of the Times.
Walking away he begins to read,
a solemn look falls. The lower headline:
"Mother kills son and daughter before taking own life."
Looking up from the newsprint, his eyes
like granite against the world. Walking
up the steps to his apartment, finishing
the article, a smile broke,
drull fell over him.
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