Good News

In one minute

a chaos of words

torpedos to ears who listen for

good news

and the talons of deception feel like feathers to them

The rest of us claw our eyes out

afraid to look

and it is seen as a revolutionary act when we stare

straight on

It isn’t though.

he opens his mouth

and tricks the flies to taste the nectar

and they die with a smile

for something sweet.