All That Glitters . . . .
Look what’s on the box.
I bought myself a flat-screen TV,
So I could see the world more clearly.
I saw the individual hairs on a lion’s
mane. The subtle melange of colours
within the Gobi desert landscape and
every droplet on flowers of manicured
I watched the many sparkling eyes of a
tiny jumping spider as it stalked tiny flies
in a garden jungle and saw how it sucked
its victims to a tiny husk.
Viewed scything teeth of wolves on their kills.
I inspected unwanted wrinkles under
supermodels’ eyes. Worry lines on prime-
ministers’ faces. The defiant callous
expressions of Russian leaders and fear
on the faces of their cabinets.
I examined ragged edges of brightly painted
metal on fuselages ripped by explosives.
Suitcases laying in summer green grass and
the play of sunlight reflected from rivulets of
children’ blood trickling down dusty streets
of occupied cities.