All around — bad news —
it enters the orifices
of the eyes and ears
like tunnelling worms
— lifespan zero —
dying and decomposing
in these flesh canals
till they reach the stagnant,
putrid oasis of a brain
filled with reality’s reek.

Turn round to see
hands on ears like earmuffs
against the coldbite of winter at work —
afraid eyes acting as shields
to reject audible complaints —
turn homeward to see it contamination-proofed
against these diseases — show restraint —
disappear into tomorrow like
leaping off of a diving board only
to strike the water and wake up in today

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