please stop beheading
I stopped
Watching the news
When they killed you
a second time
Don’t watch
said the talking heads
your head fell
one less head
two less eyes
three more dead
you became your work
you were on the 6:30 news
you were the front page story
when I woke up
your stories were buried
along with your head
“Poetry, even bad poetry, may be our final hope” – Ed Abbey
ad hoc 
I feel this.
I feel this in my veins