On the radio
I heard
it on the radio,
Poured out
on the waves.
A broken
signal
In white
interference.
He announced
it,
The man
who went silent
When the
transmission cut.
Said it
was on its way,
But not
what it was.
Rain plunges
outside.
We sit fast
by the radio
And the
soundless television,
Waiting for
a word or a sign
Of what
we should fear.
Copyright
Vickie Johnstone, June 18, 2020
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