PLANE DOWN EN ROUTE TO EGYPT
A plane falls into the Mediterranean Sea.
Sharks circle the newsroom thousands of miles distant.
“We have no news yet! Stay tuned for breaking news!”
Sharks circle the wreckage,
about which we have yet to receive news;
around the luggage and the seats
and the stewards’ bright jackets,
the pilots’ electronics –
no longer humming, nor warning of imminent doom.
Sharks circle the debris for body parts,
which, of course, they will not show,
but which they will, of course, intimate, with appropriately soft voices,
“You cannot believe the heartbreaking photos!”
Here are the names and photos of the pilots, the crew,
the manifest, the grieving families,
turning anguished faces from the lenses.
Presidents speak of courage.
Parliaments call for investigation.
Bits and pieces of lives, full or otherwise, float into view,
then sink again into the waves with the plankton.
Still sharks circle.
“Don’t turn that station! We are here for you
with all the breaking news on this international tragedy!
but for now, here is the latest from the Cannes Film Festival,
and George Clooney’s wife’s fabulous rainbow dress!”