The media sets its camera
On a sore
Ignoring
The Whole body
And picks at it
And picks at it.
Until it becomes inflamed
And throbs and pains
And shouting thus
Calls attention to itself.
The sore corrodes
Positive energy.
It pulls the life aura
Into its consuming center.
All the pulsating working parts:
The bridging smile,
The creative cells
The daily progressive stride
Go unnoticed.
Points of accord
Are unheralded.
And the sore
Becomes the eye
Through which
The world
Views.