On The Dial
By Tim Lennox
Alien pod-like they sit,
at each end of the arms of the creature,
a box with entities inside.
Walls of glass and foam mostly,
jabbering of exotic languages,
exuding radiation and
s-o-u-n-d-s.
It's the modern radio
conglomerate owned
consultant trained
corporatized station(s).
(with a news entity in the center).
[NewSverse is poetry for the mass media mess, a regular feature of this blog]
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