It makes more sense to read with care John Searle
or, even more, watch Ehryka Baduh,
than listen to the commentators who
reveal their interest mostly is themselves.
The news is good, if good equates with vivid.
Albania receives tomorrow's news:
impoverished, battered people pouring in
to cringe in camps until their turn comes round.
The West, in no way worse than any section
and in intention seemingly the best,
berates itself and bombs the evil beast
who grins as healthily as when the war,
for such it's called as casualties pile up,
began; a village here, a tractor there
get treated in the way one bronzes shoes.
Mementos of events they did not choose.

Mementos appeared in Möbius.