Faces in the News

Set aglow on a winter's night

Bursting into amber flame

Combating eerie, mournful light

Darkness to which none lay claim

Huddled by the bricken ingle

Crouched upon a tired knee

Weathered fingers fold and mingle

Crumpling gossipy decree

Balled up in crinkling complaint

Laid upon the ashen floor

Serving to grow a spark so faint

To the warmth that all implore

Every row of text contorted

Stony faces in the news

Lies and hate and crime reported

Melted into inky blues

An ode to one who remembers

A greedy consuming roar

Cast away in floating embers

Smoky ghosts of modern lore

Every word is lost by morning

Where only ash remains

A modestly potent warning

To the press' bitter stains