This Just In
Stomach sinking as a heavy stone
pitched over the steel rail of a bridge,
the morning news anchor–still plastered
from a special port stored away
for bad news or glad tidings–wondered
how he could navigate to his desk
in the wake of the late night news
bulletin flashing across his screen
last night. Someone had murdered
his mentor, marrow of all journalists
and reporters, past and present.
What was the link? Who would want
to kill this noble newsman? Stern-
faced, focused, the very tenor
of his voice transmitted truth
to the ears of his listeners.
Sorry end to a grand era.
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